Qi

"Where there is no way, there is a way. What is infinite, is finite. Such is the way of the martial artist. Such is the way of Ch'i." It was a cold and rainy day. Drenched laborers gathered in front of the dojo with hammers and crowbars in hand, discussing how to remove the two inscribed plaques embedded deep inside the doorpost. The boss wanted everything taken away except the brick walls and the people. The plaques were not part of the walls, but they were so deeply embedded inside the stone doorposts that the workers were at their wits' end. Qi was standing under the eaves, watching all ...