Master Cheng was nearsighted, yet he could count the crows taking flight slowly.
I said: “Master, in our music and lyrics, we always express sadness. Where are we headed? Is this perhaps why we’re not yet famous?”
The master replied: “Where there’s a faint shadow, a small lamp suffices. In profound darkness, true illumination is needed. That’s where we’re headed.”
Then he covered himself with a synthetic goat skin and did not speak to me for days.