About the Book of Changes

The world is always changing.We sometimes feel it hard to get used to it.When I was at college, the first time I learn the Book of Changes, my teacher said, “A small tree slowly grow up and then die at last.There must be a sunset if the sun rises. So is everything.” These changes make us feel blue,excited,happy or sad.For instance,most of we adults have love stories more than one,and these stories are like “story” which have THE END.  So what doesn’t change in the world is change.While most people are still wondering  about “why did all these happen”,the ancient Chinese philosophers have developed an systematical theory about the changes of the world and used it in many ways such as prediction ,literature,philosophy,and so forth.So the Book of Changes laid the foundation of the 5,000 years old Chinese culture. The basic idea of  the Book of Changes, is about yins and yangs,or the positive and the negative. It soon became hexagram or 64 gua. Just like the 64 digits in the modern computer science. Then in the coming centuries there were so many prediction books based on it and it has developed into many branches such as Tai Chi,Wu Xing, etc.So foreigners  may understand the translations about the original Book of Changes,but it’s very hard to translate all these hundreds of books written in the coming centuries.Thanks to my hard work in studying the ancient Chinese language when I was young, I had no difficulty in understanding them when I started to study these books 8 years ago.And fortunately I completed studying 200 + books about prediction and Chinese medicine in 2 years , and  had a circle of top I Ching masters in China. As Shakespeare once wrote,

Those hours, that with gentle work did frame

The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,

Will play the tyrants to the very same

And that unfair which fairly doth excel;

For never-resting time leads summer on

To hideous winter, and confounds him there;

Sap checked with frost, and lusty leaves quite gone,

Beauty o’er-snowed and bareness every where:

Then were not summer’s distillation left,

A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,

Beauty’s effect with beauty were bereft,

Nor it, nor no remembrance what it was:

But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,

Leese but their show; their substance still lives


So don’t be so worried about destiny and we will give you a hand.


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