There is a Taoist story of an old farmer who had worked his crops for many
years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors
came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically. “May be,” the
farmer replied. The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three
other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed. “May be,”
replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the
untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to
offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “May be,” answered the farmer. The
day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the
army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The
neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. ”
May be ,” said the farmer.
I’m up and I’m up
For this fantastic change
Naturally happy, dancing in the rain
Like tears of joy in awe I embrace
Loving this life and loving the taste
Holding my lover tight as a vice
Oh what a wonder, this day does ignite
Picturesque perfection, picture perfect so soon
Watch me blast off.
Catch y’all on the moon.