"I have long desired to see you," answered the Prince. "I wish to love my people, and by cultivation of duty towards one's neighbour to put an end to war. Can this be done?" "It cannot," replied Hsü Wu Kuei. "Love for the people is the root of all evil to the people. Cultivation of duty towards one's neighbour in order to put an end to war is the origin of all fighting. If your Highness starts from this basis, the result can only be disastrous. Why try to "do" anything? "Everything that is made good, turns out bad. The artificial is impermanent. And although your Highness should make charity and duty to one's neighbour, I fear they would be spurious articles. For the inward intention would appear in the outward manifestation. The adoption of a fixed standard _I.e._ of the personal standard of individuals. See pp. 305, 306. would lead to complications. And revolutions within lead to fighting without. Surely your Highness would not make a bower into a battlefield, nor a shrine of prayer into a scene of warfare! This, of course, refers to the mind. "Have nothing within which is obstructive of virtue. Seek not to vanquish others in cunning, in plotting, in war. If I slay a whole nation and annex the territory in order to find nourishment for my passions and for my soul,--irrespective of military skill, wherein does the victory lie? "What shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?" "If your Highness will only abstain, that will be enough. Cultivate the sincerity that is within your breast, so as to be responsive to the conditions of your environment, and be not aggressive. The people will thus escape death; From oppression. and what need then to put an end to war?" * * * * * When the Yellow Emperor went to see TAO upon the Chü-tz'ŭ Mountain, Fang Ming was his charioteer, Ch'ang Yü sat on his right, Chang Jo and Hsi P'êng were his outriders, and K'un Hun and Hua Chi brought up the rear. Commentators tear this passage to tatters. On reaching the wilds of Hsiang-ch'êng, The limit of the known. these seven Sages lost their way and there was no one of whom to ask the road. By and by, they fell in with a boy who was grazing horses, and asked him, saying, "Do you know the Chü-tz'ŭ Mountain?" "I do," replied the boy. "And can you tell us," continued the Sages, "where TAO abides?" "I can," replied the boy. "This is a strange lad," cried the Yellow Emperor. "Not only does he know where the Chü-tz'ŭ Mountain is, but also where TAO abides! Come tell me, pray, how would you govern the empire?" "I should govern the empire," said the boy, "just the same as I look after my horses. What else should I do? "When I was a little boy and used to live within the points of the compass, In Vanity Fair. my eyes got dim of sight. An old man advised me to mount the chariot of the sun _I.e._ of Intelligence.