Once upon a time there was a child named Yin. Yin was such a happy child; she played and danced and laughed. She was beautiful.
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But she felt something was missing, so one day she walked up to her father Shun and asked him this:
“Father, why do we dance?”
Her father was surprised but not shocked with this. Though he wanted to answer his daughter’s question, he did not know how. But he would never tell her this, so he made something up.
“Daughter, we dance to make the gods happy, to bring rain to the earth and clouds in the sky.”
Happy with his answer, Shun nodded his head and shooed away his daughter. But Yin was not satisfied. She understood the answer but yet did not feel this was what she was looking for. The next day she asked her father another question.
“Father, why do we play?”
Her father was less surprised as he had been yesterday, and was quite prepared for another question.
“Daughter, we play to keep ourselves busy. If we did not, we would get bored and start wars and death and all the world would perish.”
Once again, Shun shooed away his lovely daughter so he could finish his work. But Yin, once again, was not satisfied. She wanted to know more, but she did not know what yet. So, for now, she gave up.
A day or two later, she found her mother sitting in a chair, a beautiful sound coming from her lips. It went up and down and swirled around the room like a snake, lovely and clever. Yin walked up to her mother.
“Mother, what are you doing?”
“Why, dear, I am singing.” Her mother replied.
“Why?” Yin asked. She wanted to know more about this beautiful noise.
“Because, daughter, if we did not sing there would be no happiness. No dancing, no playing, no laughter. In turn, there would be no rain, no peace, no life. We sing for life itself, for beauty.”
With this, Yin was satisfied. She walked back out to the garden, settled down by an apple tree, and sang.