There is gravitational force between all things.
All things are in an endless state of mutual pulling, just like a bucket of crowded crabs, constantly pulling each other's hind legs, restraining each other, tugging at each other, making it hard for anyone to easily break free and reach higher heavens.
It's a great entrapment, an inherent confinement.
The soul is bound to the body, the body to the earth, and mortals to their status.
Even those who seem high above, stepping on the heads of the masses, have not truly escaped this gravitational pull.
They are even more tightly pulled by the power tower made up of countless people, deeply trapped, unable to break free, and afraid to break free.
The world is like an exceedingly doting mother, holding everything tightly in her arms, yet this overwhelming and suffocating love makes it so no child can ever leave.
This is a theorem, a cold law inscribed in the operation of the Great Dao.
