Chapter 20

Cease learning the playbook, no more cares
Cheers and Boo’s
They are the same
Elite and bad play
They are the same
What the people fear, I cannot care

There is no limit to all of this
The fans cheer
As if enjoying a great feast
As if going to the playoffs is thier work
I alone am quiet and uncaring
Like an infant not smiling
So weary, like having no team to return to
The players all have rings and accomplisments
While I alone seem lacking
I have the heart of a fool indeed – so disinterested!
Ordinary fans are not bright
Yet I alone am muddled
Ordinary fans are scrutinizing
I alone am obtuse
Such tranquility, like the great lake
Such high wind, as if without limits

The fans all have goals for the team
And I alone do not care for them
I alone am different from them
And value the Tao.