Once upon a time there was a hermit. He lived with his garden along a hilltop in a desolate area of Shandong province. Every morning he would rise up and look out at the horizon, seeing the weather for the day and wondering about eternity.
At least, that was the purpose of his mountain retreat. Often the hermit awoke thinking about what chores needed to be done around the house, sighing because he needed to weed the garden and go down and see if the wild plums were ripe for drying.
And try as he might, the hermit couldn’t lose sight of his ragged clothes and wonder what the latest fashions were down in the valley.
Before he had been a hermit, the hermit had been a successful merchant. But when a fire took everything he had and his family had been forced to live with relatives in…
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