Obviously, Choyong was torn between his love for his wife, on the one hand, and the meanest but strongest of human emotions, suspicion and jealousy, on the other.  Choyong must have been almost completely consumed with the conflict.  His sufferings were worse because of the nobility and power of his personality.

His behavior became increasingly bizarre.  More and more often, he was seen wandering about the streets and hills of Sorabol.  Finally, on the night of the fateful event, Choyong again wandered the moonlit streets until, late at night, he returned home.  There he found his wife in bed with a man.

A stage performance showing Choyong's dance of liberation.

What did he feel when the suspicions that had been tormenting him were confirmed before his eyes? What sight confronted him?  Was it a scene of love or of betrayal?  Was it ghastly or beautiful, painful or funny, profane or divine, beastly or human?

A hundred, perhaps a thousand, thoughts must have crossed his mind.  He could have gone insane, berserk; he could have violently drawn his sword and struck at the two, cutting them to pieces.  Or, like the stupid warrior characterized in a play of the time—who deservedly fell into a trap because of his inferior passions—he could have strangled his treacherous wife with his bare hands.

Instead, the carnal scene and the torments it brought came as a moment of enlightenment.  In a flash he understood all that he had wanted to know, answered all the questions that had racked his heart and mind for so long.  Choyong saw through the pathetic deceptions and blindness that we impose on ourselves.  He escaped the prison, the self-inflicted tortures, that we create for ourselves in the name of love, family, and so forth.  He saw how our selfish obsessions deceive and torment us; that humans love each other as a cat plays with a mouse; that we fail to love by loving others; and that treachery is deeply rooted in our love.

With the light of insight came liberation.  Involuntarily, his lips parted to sound a rhythm emanating from deep within himself.  His arms and legs moved to the beat of the sound.  Irrepressibly he ran from the house, laughed aloud, and began singing and dancing in the street.  He was overcome with a simple compassion and love for his fellow human beings.  His heart became joyful, so light that he felt he could fly through the air.  People gathered around him.  Without explanation they understood his ecstasy.  They watched then joined his singing and dancing.  They shared his joy, freedom, and love of neighbors.