A great knowledge of idleness, a small knowledge of idleness. The big talk is hot, the small talk is zhan zhan. His sleep is a meeting of souls, and his consciousness is an opening of forms. The day is a battle of the heart. Aman, cellar, and secret. The small are anxious, the large are Aman. Their hair is like a machine, which is also known as right and wrong; their stay is like a cursed alliance, which is also known as guarding victory; their killing is like autumn and winter, which means that their days are fading away; their drowning is done for, which cannot be restored; their aversion is also like muttering, which means that their old moat is also known as a moat; and their heart is near to death, which does not allow them to return to the sun. Joy, anger, sadness and happiness, anxiety and sighing change, Yao anonymous Kai state. Le out of the virtual, steamed into bacteria. Day and night in front of each other and do not know what is sprouting. It has been, it has been! The daytime and evening of this, where it is born from!

Translation:

The man of great wisdom is broad and elegant, and the man of small wisdom is stubborn and narrow-minded; the man of high words is overbearing, and the man of concrete arguments is quarrelsome. Their souls are restless even when they sleep, and when they wake up their bodies are tired and dispersed. All day long they are involved with the outside world, and day in and day out they are in a tug-of-war. Some are diffident and careless, some hide treachery, and some are cautious and delicate. They are jittery when they have little fears, and terrified when they have great fears. They sometimes speak as if they were arrows, and spy out the rights and wrongs of others to attack them; they sometimes speak not a word as if they had taken an oath, but are waiting for an opportunity to triumph; they are failing as in the depression of autumn and winter, which means that day by day they are going to perish; they are indulging themselves in debates, which are not likely to restore them to their true nature; they are shut up in their minds as if they were bound by ropes, which means that they have become like a wasted ditch. they have become like waste ditches, the water of which has dried up at the source; the mind that is going to death can no longer be brought back to life. They are sometimes exultant, sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes happy; sometimes meddlesome, sometimes exclamatory, sometimes regretful, sometimes fearful; some frivolous, some indulgent, some flamboyant, and some posturing; as if music had issued from something empty, and as if fungus had been evaporated by the earth’s breath. All these moods and states of mind change day and night, alternating from time to time, but sprouting from nowhere. Forget it, forget it! Once one learns where these moods arise from, one also understands the root cause of why they arise!

The above is an excerpt from Zhuang Zi - The Inner Chapters - The Theory of Qi Matters. In my humble opinion, there is nothing like this in the network of beings.