Zheng came to speak with Master Wu one late afternoon. “Master, it is unfair that I keep getting matched up with Li Po during sparring practice,” said Zheng.
“Why is that?” asked Wu.
“It is impossible to defend against him,” replied Zheng, rubbing his bruised jaw. “Li Po is nearly twice my size.”
“Idiot!” snapped Wu. “You should be able to defend against him were he ten times your size! Now go home — you are late for dinner with your wife and son.”
At dinner, Zheng attempted to feed his ten-month-old son spoonfuls of pureed broccoli. It was then that Zheng became enlightened.
What was Zheng’s enlightenment? That anyone, even a baby, could wipe the walls with him? I guess Zheng was a wimp.
Or was this a metaphor? I’ll have to ponder deeply on this…
Aspiring martial arts students would do well to watch babies being fed new foods. The way the head weaves just out of range, the perfectly circular, fluid blocks — these are techniques that would take an adult years to master.
A wise lesson 🙂 Yes, full of metaphors but you have to think an incredibly long time about it!