There is a story of a farmer whose horse ran away. That evening the neighbors
gathered to commiserate with him since this was such bad luck. He said, "May be."
The next day the horse returned, but brought with it six wild horses, and the
neighbors came exclaiming at his good fortune. He said, "May be."
And then, the following day, his son tried to saddle and ride one of the wild horses, was
thrown, and broke his leg. Again the neighbors came to offer their sympathy for
the misfortune. He said, "May be."
The day after that, conscription officers came to the village to seize young men
for the army, but because of the broken leg the farmer's son was rejected. When
the neighbors came to say how fortunately everything had turned out, he said, "May be."
The yin-yang view of the world is serenely cyclic. Fortune and misfortune, life and
death, whether on small scale or vast, come and go everlastingly without beginning or end, and
the whole system is protected from monotony by the fact that, in just the same way, remembering
alternates with forgetting. This is the Good of good-and-bad.