兌 → 坎

Commentary

Paired lakes dry into the doubled abyss — water upon water, peril compounded. Hungry silkworms build their chambers, spinning abundant silk but tangled beyond all sorting; no thread-end can be found anywhere in the mass. The image is domestic industry collapsing into chaos: the raw material exists in superabundance, yet its very profusion renders it useless. No weaver can work with thread that has no beginning. From The Joyous to The Abysmal, delight degenerates into disorientation. The silkworm's hunger drives production past the point of coherence, spinning faster precisely because it is starving. Like water flowing into water, each new thread only deepens the confusion. When the starting point cannot be located, even abundance becomes a trap that compounds with every addition.