The air passes between high and lowPeace
In good times, the right work is repairing what has not yet broken.
Tai has earth above and heaven below — seemingly inverted, but precisely the image of exchange: the low rises, the high descends, each passing through the other. The small departs, the great approaches — you give little and gain much. Such seasons do exist, but they are not a reward; they are a window.
Tai's lines carry unease: no plain without a slope, no going without return. No road stays flat forever. The danger of smooth times is mistaking the tide for your own talent. The smartest move now is building dikes — while resources are ample, reinforce the weakest links; when things tighten you will be glad you did not only enjoy.
