Book Discourse on Chuang Tzu:
I’ll Just Keep Dragging My Tail in the Mud
Excerpt from book Discourse on Chuang Tzu
The understanding of the little man never rises above the level of reed packages filled with gifts and slips of bamboo or wood.# His spirit wears itself out in its preoccupations with the mean and the trivial, and yet yearns to be in partnership with both Tao and all the myriad things, and walk into the incorporeal realm of both form and emptiness within the great unity. A man like this becomes confused in time and space, his body becomes entangled in toil, while remaining and remains oblivious to the great beginning. But the perfect man, allows his spirit to return to the beginninglessness, and lies down in pleasant slumber in the realm of not-even-anything. Like water flowing through the formless, it trickles forth at last into the grand purity. How pitiful it is that you create your knowledge around things as trivial as a tiny hair, but know nothing of the great peacefulness!
NOTES: In ancient China there was a tradition of wrapping gifts of meat or fish in packages of reeds or leaves, slips of bamboo or wood used to extend greetings. This example is indicative of the trivial affairs of human activity, which constantly swaddle people like a cocoon, and constrain the mind.
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