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K'ang 6
As told by Jerry M. Pickard
Among the terraces, on the side of the mountain, K'ang and the boy had worked through the day, when the sky darkened.
"Enough, boy, get the tools!" K'ang picked up his staff, and headed towards the little dwelling he had built. Before they had taken many steps, there was a flash of lightning and quickly after, the crash of thunder, hammering their ears.
Just before they entered, they began to be hit by hail, quickly followed by rain.
The boy had never been inside, and glanced around.
"You have so little." He exclaimed.
"All I need is here, and I need little." K'ang replied.
K'ang set his staff by the door, lit a candle, and by its light, set his homemade incense smoldering. He went to his mat and knelt." I have my staff, a basket, and a jar. I have a quilt and a place to put it. How much can a man want? I can see from my door the sky, and I can see the mountains and the flowers. There are butterflies to reflect the sun and fireflies to reflect the stars. I can see everything, and I can see nothing. I have little, so I have everything."
K'ang seldom spoke so much. The boy saw a gong in the corner, and said. "What about this?"
"Phaugh! If it is not struck, the sound lives inside. Do you see?"
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