Chapter 86
Seeing a ship full of sailors being tossed about on the waves of the sea, a farmer cried out, “Oh sea, how deceitful and merciless you are! You can look so inviting and then you destroy all who venture out upon you!”
The sea heard him and, disguising his voice as that of a woman, replied, “Why are you reproaching me, kind sir? It’s not me who has caused this storm, rather the winds. When they fall upon me, they give me no rest. But if you should sail over me when they are away, you’ll see that I’m more mild and more tractable than your own Mother Earth.”
Don’t blame the troubled, look for the trouble-maker.
