the I-Ching isn’t telling me something

>How charming you are and I will just adore you. You are the most
>emotionally retarded of men and the safest.
It’s not like I haven’t heard that before. I grinned. And another note:
>>I’ll be on PBS on Sunday night, Sept. 26. Most stations are airing it then, but check your local listing around 8 or 9pm. It’s a Bill Moyers poetry special called “Fooling with Words.”<< Sometime in the middle of the night, yesterday evening, the temperature dropped like a rock, I must've gotten up and turned the AC off because it was off when I woke up yesterday morning, and this trailer was decidedly cold. I started out, with a full plan on heading towards the East, and doing my usual 6 or 7 mile workout. It didn't turn out that way because by the time I realized I was going in the wrong direction, I had modified my route, and I just followed where ever the gorgeous day was going to take me. I headed up the old railway right of way and discovered a good shortcut to the bookstore — not without being very close to speeding freight train. I was NOT tempted to jump in front of it, nor, for that matter, was I tempted to try and hop it to ride it someplace. I wound up looking through a bunch of old I-Ching books. These are on a shelf next to the Tao stuff, so I bought (for about the third or fourth time) The Tao of Pooh. But I didn't make my purchase until I had checked out several I-Ching books. I was looking up the same hexagram in each book, and I was amazed at the differences in the translation. While the essence was about power and dealing with powerful people, I preferred a dated version I read, "This is a strong powerful maiden — don't marry her." Back to the Tao because — obviously — the I-Ching isn’t telling me something I don’t already know.