Life can curl, or furl.
Time, that's the thing.
Yep. Did I already tell the story of the Taoist farmer who lost his horse? If not, here it is:
There once was a Taoist farmer whose one one and unique horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. "Such bad luck," they said sympathetically. The farmer replied: "We'll see. Time will tell."
The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. "How wonderful," the neighbors exclaimed. "We'll see" replied the old man.
The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. "We'll see, time will tell" answered the farmer.
The day after, some military officials came to the village to draft young men for a war. Seeing that the son's leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out for his family.
"We'll see, time will tell" said the farmer.