K'ung Fu-tzu

Today, a 2500-year-old man spoke to me through the lips of my white-bearded professor. He beckoned to me from his path, to join him. He told me that, "Fundamentally, people mean well and want to do right." He told me told me that religion and ritual can be useful to help solve the world's problems, but he himself had stepped outside of religion and philosophy and compelled me to do the same. He told me that all his life he was tremendously lonely, but his few friends were the sole joy of his existence: "Is it not wonderful when friends come together from distant places to discuss matters of common interest?" I am tempted to journey forward in his footprints.