Man passes through this sublunary life as a sunbeam passes through a crack; here one moment, and gone the next.

Neither are there any not equally subject to the ingress and egress of mortality.

One modification brings life; then comes another, and there is death.

Living creatures cry out; human beings feel sorrow.

The bow-case is slipped off; the clothes'-bag is dropped; and in the confusion the soul wings its flight, and the body follows, on the great journey home.
Attention has already been drawn to this necessary cultivation of the physical frame, and Chuan Tzu gives an instance of the extent to which it was carried.