We return to our fisherman at the sea, who for 12 days and 12 nights tided storms to see the ivory coast, but still it seemed he was no closer to his goal. With downcast eyes he looked at his boat, then with surmounting grief he spoke out his hopes,
"When I set sail, I thought that I'd become great. Now I see, that I do not wish to be great.
When I set sail, I thought the destination was clear. Now I see, that all things are unclear.
When I set sail, I thought the cheers from those who watched me leave would spur me on. Now I see, that all I have is myself.
When I set sail, I believed many things.
I believed I'd find grand treasures, beautiful seas, strange creatures. After 12 days, I see that all my hopes have been crushed.
I believed that my passions and desires would motivate my rowing. After 12 days, I see that only necessity compels me further.
I believed that Truth and the pursuit of love and beauty was my purpose. After 12 days, I see that I am only destined.
But today is not a day for pity! Today is not a day for downcast eyes! Today I've lost all hope, and so today I am free of desire. Today I row for nothing, but to row for rowings sake.
—Will Gu, A New Religion, p. 53