“There is a great bird known as the P’eng. Its back appears as broad as a mountain range; its wings are like clouds across the sky. It rises up like a whirlwind until it breaks through the high mist and soars into the infinite blue As it glides effortlessly along on its journey to the sea, a quail in the marsh looks up at it and laughs. “What does that bird think it’s doing?’ says the quail” ” I jump up and fly a few feet; then I come down and flutter from here to there in the bushes. That is what flying is for! Who is that creature trying to fool! …. So it is that the knowledge of the small minded cannot reach to that which is great, just as the experience of a few years cannot equal that of many. The mushroom of a morning knows not what takes place at the end of the month; the short-lived cicada has no awareness of what happens in the seasons beyond”
I feel that this passage is a good reminder to not let critics bother you, and just as well not to be critical of others. I share this because I need to hear it just as much as anyone else!!!