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346 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 301
Way is vast, a flood
so utterly vast it's flowing everywhere.
The ten thousand things depend on it:
giving them life and never leaving them
it performs wonders but remains nameless.
Long ago, a certain Chuang Tzu dreamt he was a butterfly – a butterfly fluttering here and there on a whim, happy and carefree, knowing nothing of Chuang Tzu. Then all of a sudden he woke to find that he was, beyond all doubt, Chuang Tzu. Who knows if it was Chuang Tzu dreaming a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming Chuang Tzu? Chuang Tzu and butterfly: clearly there's a difference. This is called the transformation of things.
"We are, by constitution, capable of being good," replied Mencius. "That's what I mean by good. If someone's evil, it can't be blamed on inborn capacities. We all have a heart of compassion and a heart of conscience, a heart of reverence and a heart of right and wrong. In a heart of compassion is Humanity, and in a heart of conscience is Duty. In a heart of reverence is Ritual, and in a heart of right and wrong is wisdom. Humanity, Duty, Ritual, wisdom – these are not external things we meld into us. They're part of us from the beginning, though we may not realize it. ..."
To fathom the mind is to fathom nature. And when you understand your nature, you understand Heaven. Foster your mind, nurture your nature – then you are serving Heaven.
At the origin of things there was Thunder, ruler of the Southern Ocean, and Bolt, ruler of the Northern Ocean. And in the Middle Realm, Primal-Dark ruled. Thunder and Bolt often met together in the lands of Primal-Dark, and Primal-Dark was always a most gracious host. Eventually, Thunder and Bolt tried to think of a way to repat Primal-Dark's kindness. They said: 'People all have seven holes so they can see and hear, eat and breathe. Only Primal-Dark is without them. Why don't we try cutting some for her?'from the end of Chuang-Tzu (very Ted Hughes)
So Thunder-Bolt began cutting holes, one each day. On the seventh day, Primal-Dark was dead.

Mencius said: "Everyone has a heart that can't bear to see others suffer. The ancient emperors had hearts that couldn't bear to see others suffer, and so had governments that couldn't bear to see others suffer. If you lead a government that can't bear to see others suffer, ruling all beneath Heaven is like turning it in the palm of your hand.
"Suddenly seeing a baby about to fall into a well, anyone would be heart-stricken with pity: heart-stricken not because they wanted to curry favour with the baby's parents, not because they wanted praise of neighbors and friends, and not because they hated the baby's cries. This is why I say everyone has a heart that can't bear to see others suffer.
"And from this we can see that without a heart of compassion we aren't human, without a heart of conscience we aren't human, without a heart of courtesy we aren't human, and without a heart of right and wrong we aren't human. A heart of compassion is the seed of Humanity. A heart of conscience is the seed of Duty. A heart of courtesy is the seed of Ritual. A heart of right and wrong is the seed of wisdom..."
The cook put down his knife and replied: "Way is what I care about, and Way goes beyond mere skill. When I first began cutting up oxen, I could see nothing but the ox. After three years, I could see more than the ox. And now, I meet the ox in spirit. I've stopped looking with my eyes. When perception and understanding cease, the spirit moves freely. Trusting the principles of heaven, I send the blade slicing through huge crevices, lead it through huge hollows. Keeping my skill constant and essential, I just let the blade through, never touching ligament or tendon, let alone bone.
Chuang Tzu, from The Four Chinese Classics