Man is born tender and soft;
At death he is rigid and stiff.
Alive, plants are supple and tender;
When dead they are brittle and dry.

Stiffness, hardness, dryness
Are wayfarers of death;
Tenderness and pliancy
Are wayfarers of life.
He who never yields condemns himself to death.
The bending sapling lives to be a tree.

The hard and rigid will fall;
The soft and gentle will rise.

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