There are no fixed limits
Time does not stand still.
Nothing endures,
Nothing is final.

You cannot lay hold
Of the end or the beginning.
He who is wise sees near and far
As the same,
Does not despise the small
Or value the great:

Where all standards differ
How can you compare?

With one glance
He takes in past and present,
Without sorrow for the past
Or impatience with the present.
All is in movement.

He has experience
Of fullness and emptiness.
He does not rejoice in success
Or lament in failure
The game is never over
Birth and death are even

The terms are not final.

Written by Chuang Tzu (550-250 B.C.)