Let them be helpless like children,
because weakness is a great thing,
strength is nothing.
When a man is just born,
he is weak and flexible.
When he dies,
he is hard and insensitive.
When a tree is growing,
it is tender and pliant.
But when it is dry and hard,
Hardness and strength are death's companions.
Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being.