There was once a bird called the roc, whose back was as big as Mount Tai and whose wings were like clouds that overspread the heaven.
When it wheeled up into the air a whirlwind arose, and in each flight it covered ninety thousand li, flying above the misty vapours under the sky, to the Southern Ocean.
"Where can it be going?" wondered a small bird with a laugh. "I once flew into the sky, then came down to enjoy myself among the bushes. That's good enough for me. Where else does it want to go?"
Here we see the difference in outlook between great and small.