I’d really like to start this with a quote from Chuang Tzu, but I can’t actually seem to find my Inner Chapters. I did manage to make it possible for uppercase letters to appear on this blog, so that’s something.

So how about a romantic image of Taoist recluses, from Li Bai?

sleeping on boulders, all under one quilt,
chopping through the ice to drink from cold springs,
three men sharing a single pair of clogs.

(found in Chinese Lyricism, by Burton Watson)