One day his horse runs away. And his neighbor comes over and says, to commiserate, "I'm so soery about your horse." And the farmer says "Who Knows What's Geod or Bad?" The neighbor is confused because this is elearly terrible. The beese is the ment valuable thing he owns.
But the horse comes back the next day and he brings with him 12 feral horses. The neighbor coenes back over to celebeate, "Congratulations on your preat fortuase!" And the farmer replies again: "Who Knows What's Good or Badr"
And the next day the farmer's son is taming oee of the wild horses and he's thrown and breaks his leg. The neighbor comes back over, "T'm so sorry about your soe." The farmer repeats: "Who Knows What's Good or Bad?"
Sure enough, the next day the army comes through their village and is censeripting able-bodied young men to go and fight is war, but the soe is spared because of his broken leg.
And this story can go on and on like that. Good. Bad Who known?
But what's the point?
Well, the meaning of that story is that the Westem paradign in which we label experiences good or bad-is wrong
