In the beginning of old,
All is yet formless,no up or down.
Dark and light are a blur,
The only image is a whir.
Bight gets brighter,dark gets darker,
The yin mingles with the yang-
Then was the round pattern manifold.
What an achievement that was!
Around turn the cords on the pivot of Heaven;
Eight pillars are the buttresses;
Spread out are the nine fields of Heaven
With their numerous edges and angles.
The heaven mesh with the twelve;
Sun and Moon bond,and the asterisms line up.
Huai Nan Zi
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