The Traveling Song
In the northern sea there is a giant fish called Kun, thousands of miles long; it can transform into a bird named Peng with a wingspan of thousands of miles. When it spreads its wings and takes off, it appears as if the clouds are hanging in the sky. When strong winds blow over the sea, the Peng must migrate to the southern sea, which is called "Tianchi." According to "Qi Xie," a book that records oddities, when the Peng migrates, its flapping wings create waves that are three thousand miles in diameter. The Peng then rises up, spirals and soars upward, reaching ninety thousand miles into the sky, and uses the winds of June to fly to the south. It seems like the wild air and floating dust is blown by a vital energy. Is the blue sky we see really the true color of the sky? Is it infinite in its expanse? Perhaps the way the Peng sees it is no different from our own.
If the water is not deep enough, it cannot support a ship, and if you pour a cup of water into a low-lying courtyard, even a boat made of straw would stick to the vessel because the water is too shallow for a large ship. If the force of the wind is not strong enough, it cannot carry a huge wing. Therefore, the Peng bird has to fly ninety thousand miles into the sky to find a wind strong enough to lift its massive wings. This is how it can fly to the south without being impeded by any obstacles.
The cicada and the small sparrow find this very strange and ask, "Why fly nine thousand miles high in the sky to fly south when we can only fly a few yards and drop to the ground when trying to reach the branches of elm and sandalwood trees?" People who go to the suburbs can return before dinner without feeling hungry and don't need provisions. Those who go a hundred miles away have to prepare provisions for the night, and those who go a thousand miles away need three months to prepare food. The cicada and the sparrow cannot understand these principles because their life spans are shorter than those of the Peng bird. Lesser wisdom cannot comprehend greater wisdom, nor can shorter life expectancies understand long life. This is why Chu and Ji had their conversation.
In the barren north, there is a vast sea called Tianchi. There is a fish there called Kun, thousands of miles wide, and no one knows how long it is. There is a bird named Peng with a back like a giant mountain and wings that stretch out like clouds hanging in the sky. It rises up ninety thousand miles in a whirlwind and flies south, soaring above the clouds carrying the blue sky on its back. The little sparrows of Xiaoze laughed at the Peng and said, "Where does it plan to fly to? I can fly a few yards and then spiral down among the weeds. That's my limit. Where does it plan to fly?" This is the difference between greatness and smallness. Similarly, those who have the wit and ability to hold an official position, excel in their villages, have good morals that can win over a king's heart, and can gain the trust of the entire nation when they see themselves as the eyes of the eagle. This is why Song Rongzi ridiculed them.
Song Rongzi was someone whom everyone praised but who remained unflattered. Even if the whole world praised him, he would not feel encouraged, and even if everyone slandered him, he would not be discouraged. He knew clearly what to do and what not to do, and understood the boundaries between honor and disgrace. He had no ambition in life. However, there were still levels of attainment he had not yet achieved. Liezi could walk on wind and was light and beautiful, but did not desperately seek good fortune. If people can follow their natural inclinations, understand the changes in the universe's six qi (yin, yang, wind, rain, darkness, and light), and roam infinite boundaries, what else would they need to rely on? Therefore, it is said that those with the highest moral cultivation can adapt to objective reality, forget themselves, and attain an unpredictable divine state, while those with moral knowledge have no desire for fame.