Chuang Tzu: Mystic, Moralist, and Social ReformerZhuangzi
Religion
Chuang Tzu: Mystic, Moralist, and Social Reformer
Zhuangzi
Ethics -- China; Philosophy, Chinese
"Have you never heard how the youth of Shou-ling went to study at
Han-tan? They did not learn what they wanted at Han-tan, and forgot
all they knew before into the bargain, so that they returned home in
disgrace. And you, if you do not go away, you will forget all you know,
and waste your time into the bargain."
Kung Sun Lung's jaw dropped; his tongue clave to his palate; and he
slunk away.
Another spurious episode, as is evident from its general weakness,
not to mention repetitions of figures and allusions taken from other
chapters.
Chuang Tzŭ was fishing in the P'u when the prince of Ch'u sent two high
officials to ask him to take charge of the administration of the Ch'u
State.
Chuang Tzŭ went on fishing, and without turning his head said, "I have
heard that in Ch'u there is a sacred tortoise which has been dead now
some three thousand years. And that the prince keeps this tortoise
carefully enclosed in a chest on the altar of his ancestral temple. Now
would this tortoise rather be dead and have its remains venerated, or
be alive and wagging its tail in the mud?"
"It would rather be alive," replied the two officials, "and wagging its
tail in the mud."
"Begone!" cried Chuang Tzŭ. "I too will wag my tail in the mud."
* * * * *
Hui Tzŭ was prime minister in the Liang State. Chuang Tzŭ went thither
to visit him.
Some one remarked, "Chuang Tzŭ has come. He wants to be minister in
your place."
Thereupon Hui Tzŭ was afraid, and searched all over the State
With warrants.
for three days and three nights to find him.
Then Chuang Tzŭ went to see Hui Tzŭ, and said, "In the south there is a
bird. It is a kind of phœnix. Do you know it? It started from the south
sea to fly to the north sea. Except on the _wu-t'ung_ tree,
_Eleococca verrucosa_. Williams.
it would not alight. It would eat nothing but the fruit of the bamboo,
drink nothing but the purest spring water. An owl which had got the
rotten carcass of a rat, looked up as the phœnix flew by, and screeched.
To warn it off.
Are you not screeching at me over your kingdom of Liang?"
* * * * *
Chuang Tzŭ and Hui Tzŭ had strolled on to the bridge over the Hao, when
the former observed, "See how the minnows are darting about! That is
the pleasure of fishes."
"You not being a fish yourself," said Hui Tzŭ, "how can you possibly
know in what consists the pleasure of fishes?"
"And you not being I," retorted Chuang Tzŭ, "how can you know that I do
not know?"
"If I, not being you, cannot know what you know," urged Hui Tzŭ, "it
follows that you, not being a fish, cannot know in what consists the
pleasure of fishes."
"Let us go back," said Chuang Tzŭ, "to your original question. You
asked me how I knew in what consists the pleasure of fishes. Your very
question shows that you knew I knew.
For you asked me _how_ I _knew_.
I knew it from my own feelings on this bridge."
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