The ancient Chinese classic of philosophical whimsy and platitude-busting, the Zhuangzi, includes an Aesopian fable about a peng – a sort of cosmic super-albatross that glides across the face of the earth at an impossible height – and a quail. While the tiny quail flutters busily about in the brambles, never getting more than ten yards off the ground, the giant albatross passes high above, in majestic indifference to the swirl of events beneath its wings. The quail, insensible of its limits, can only respond to the high-flying albatross with a laugh: ‘Where does he think he’s going?’ 

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