Disordered School of Fish

Kingfisher has a special talent: drawing with its beak. There is nothing mysterious about that. Daily practice over countless days has forged a remarkable ability. Add to this a bit of the innate endowment of a bird supreme at catching fish, and the training itself becomes enjoyable. But Kingfisher using its beak to draw on the ground is something very strange. Busy pecking here, then hopping to scratch out marks there, Kingfisher does not notice when Zhuangzi has arrived. Looking at the jumble of lines—scribbled, chaotic, all over the place—along with Kingfisher’s comical manner, Zhuangzi burst out laughing. Kingfisher is startled. Zhuangzi asks: “What are you drawing that makes you lose your usual composure?” Kingfisher replies seriously, “Master, I am drawing chaos. That must be why both body and mind appear disordered.”