The hexagram is composed of the trigrams K'an , the abysmal, Water and Sun , the Mite, Wood. The wood is under water above. The tree is rooted in the soil for raising water, which becomes sap and going up to the crown, at the top. Well it contains the idea of \u200b\u200bthe earth that gives inexhaustible nourishment, the idea of \u200b\u200bwater flowing and the idea of \u200b\u200bthe tree that connects the earth and sky, up and down.
The sentence : you change the city well, but it does not convert well. Do not set and can not grow. They come and go and draw from the well. If you have well water almost reached but not yet on the bottom with a rope breaks or the pitcher, this item is misfortune.
In other words, if the power (nuclear?) Of a State is exaggerated this ends up destroying the state itself: this is breaking the pitcher. We must approach with caution and humility at the well, the pitcher, like every other situation, it is fragile and can break.
Not everyone can drink from the wells and the water is not always clear, have to wait because it lightens even the animals quench their thirst with "mud". Progrdirec'รจ need for a renewal of a mutation from old to new, a rebirth.
If the water becomes clear again but the pitcher is broken can not even catch the fish that swim to the surface, it is useless to have good resources if you are not able to use them.
To keep the water clear coat must the walls of the stone well, and while you are working you can not use water, so there are moments in life where you need to do in order themselves. In these times we can not do anything for others, but you must be cultivated internally to increase their strength and then get great results.
's well Connla (Irish Legend)
many, many centuries ago, along the coast of Ireland was a small hut remote and uninhabited . The men refused to live in that place where the sky was mostly gray and the cold wind of the 'Atlantic blew so strong that there seemed to tear the rocks, but one day a young woman with her newborn son, took refuge in the hut. It adapts to the solitude of the place and learned to defend themselves from the wind and rain. He lived by eating the animals that deposited the sea every day on the beaches and drinking rainwater. Taught his children to love that universe that everyone seemed hostile. The little man grew and became strong and wise. He knew every aspect of the ocean: he understood even by the most insignificant signals the arrival of storms, the perceived direction of currents, caught in the color and clarity water approaching of the tides. Also sensed the significance of the clouds in the sky. What fascinated him most was, however, the murmur of the waves on the beach felt enraptured by the sound coming from the ocean, sometimes sweet, sometimes violent, but always full of harmony and mystery. One day he decided therefore to go into the unknown beyond the shore. With a small raft sank to the sea waves and began to paddle around looking delighted. After several hours of sailing he realized that he was about to unleash a hurricane. The young man struggled vainly against the waves, which destroyed the raft and swallows it. He was dragged on the bottom and you are in a calm and peaceful world, where strange beings looking at him in amazement. Finally, the current, which became more and more impetuous, sucked him into a large pit that was in the deep sea. The young man felt a strange sensation in the din of the water, which fell into the well, he seemed to hear a sequence of expressions. There were many new words unknown to him. How sweet! And what a wonderful sound produced! He realized that the waves of the sea spoke to him and that he understood the message. Mysterious journey that lasted a moment, then stood again on its beach. He saw the lights of all time, heard noises and echoes known to him, resented the singing of birds, but he discovered a strange thing, he was master, to a Suddenly, an infinite range of sounds and words. With them could describe the universe around him. He spoke for the first time, expressions never heard before. They were perfect. The mother heard her voice, she ran toward him to embrace him once and stayed for hours listening to his speech. Even men and women who lived in the most distant island, and it felt rushed. They did not understand that language, but the pace was so melodious that they were amazed: the poem was finally born. But it is an enrichment of the few. Who wants to own it in fact must be able to reach into the depths of the ocean, in a subsea wellhead Connla.
