Chinese Philosophy

The autumn night over Chang’an was as cool as jade, as clear as water. Standing on the high platform of the Imperial Observatory, the Grand Astrologer Wei Chen felt himself a part of the river of stars flowing silently overhead. He was forty-six, and half of his life had been spent on this stone dais. […]

Ji Fei made calendars the way other men mended roofs: with callused hands and a patient eye for seams. His workshop sat at the end of a narrow lane, its lintel bowed with years and its window always fogged where steam from the teapot met the cold. People in the town called him “the man […]

Wang Lei was having a personal disagreement with an ancient pine tree. And he was losing. The morning mist clung to the stone steps like a cheap ghost costume, and Wang Lei was trying to punch holes in it. WHUMP! Each fist he threw was meant to be a masterpiece of raw power, a testament […]