Unfinished, and therefore begunBefore Completion
What is unfinished is what is alive.
Wei Ji, the last of the sixty-four — fire above water, each out of place. Nothing is complete. But Wei Ji is not failure: the end turns into a beginning — where the last round ended, the next begins. All who are truly alive live inside Wei Ji: unfinished work in hand, unsaid words in the heart, unwalked roads ahead. That is the norm.
The judgment: the little fox nearly across, wets its tail. One step short — still not done. Wei Ji's honesty: it does not promise you will cross the river, only that the river is here and you are still walking. That is already good enough.
