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DITCH HIGH PRIEST

Kin'yo, an officer of the 2nd rank had a brother called the high priest Ryogaku, an extremely bad tempered man. Next to his monastery grew a large nettle tree which occasioned the nick name people gave him. The Nettle-tree High Priest,"That name is outrageous, " said the high priest, and cut the tree down. The stump still being left, people referred to him now as the Stump High Priest. More furious than ever, Ryogaku had the stump sighed up and thrown away. But this left a big ditch. People now called him the Ditch High Priest.

Essay in Idleness,
Kenko, Japan.
14th century.

Imagine a pond of fish. The waters are clear and calm, the fish well below the surface.
Stir the waters they emerge. Stir it some more and they've angry, arising to the surface, biting whatever comes near including a fresh baited hook.
Just like the fish so are hot tempered and arrogant opponents, crude in decisions easily baited in rough waters.

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