Chapter LXXIV is perfect for the end of the year. And, also is strangely Buddhist. I imagine monks spending all that time to create a sand mandala, just to wseep it away as soon as they are done. Most people cringe at this, and want to preserve it. But nothing lasts, not really.
If you realize that all things change,
there is nothing you will try to hold on to.
If you aren’t afraid of dying,
there is nothing you can’t achieve.
Trying to control the future
is like trying to take the master carpenter’s place.
When you handle the master carpenter’s tools,
chances are that you’ll cut your hand.