Bound, and so unbrokenLimitation
What you can stop, you truly have.
Jie is water held by the lake — contained, not flooding. Its measuring is limit: not suppression, but letting what should exist exist and what should not multiply not multiply. Everything sustainable has measure: sleep, food, relationships, spending, speech. Jie also reminds: the excess is not richness but waste; what you guard is not less, but enough.
The judgment adds pointedly: bitter restriction cannot endure — measured to the point of misery, it is no longer right. Restraint that becomes self-torture has lost the meaning of degree. The measure of measure is keeping a margin of ease you can live inside.
