But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.
Chuang Tzu (c.360 BC - c. 275 BC)
Source: The Book of Chuang Tzu (Arkana S.), Pages: 45
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