Or, don’t worry about those who know too much; they just get tenure.

Bestow no honors,
and reduce contentiousness.

Cling to no treasures,
and create no thieves.

Make no seductive displays,
and hearts and minds remain settled.

The sage governs
by emptying minds and hearts
and filling bellies;
by weakening wishes and strengthening bones;
by leading away from pointless learning
and the labyrinths of desire;
by inhibiting the actions of those who know
too much.

Practicing not-acting (wei wu wei)
allows natural order to be restored. (trans. Hamill)

I’ve been wrestling with this one a little bit. The uncompromising tone of the verse’s rejection startles me. But you have to like that about the Tao Te Ching; as Le Guin points out, Lao Tzu is not “softheaded”.

The America I live in today has two main narratives it offers to its members. Obviously if you don’t like these you can pick another on offer, but a lot of the more divisive ones lead to some very dark places. The two that I am thinking of are these:

1. Feed the mind and heart with the ambition for success
2. Feed the belly with luxuries bought with the coin of success

They connect nicely to one another, and they also connect people very nicely together. This is the amazing thing about capitalism; it’s very orderly, and yet to most people it involves it feels like a very light touch.

I have to admit that I like these narratives sometimes. They beat alternatives like “Fear the other above all”, although admittedly they sometimes use that narrative for convenient gain. But they are terribly, terribly difficult to escape when you have lived inside them for too long. And sometimes they can make a very simple joy very difficult to find.

I was walking down Park Street in Portland today, a part of the peninsula I don’t usually find myself in. The trees were turning, and the wind was blowing, and it was a particularly cold day. I was thinking about the idea of emptying your mind. Whenever I begin to think about this, I tend to visualize a bunch of doors closing on my skull. However silly this sounds, thinking of this makes me feel… congested. This time, I thought of the narrative of the day spinning around in my head, and the other narratives I was either trying to avoid or using to avoid. I thought of my mind just sort of slipping away from this narrative and letting it flow on above me. When I did this I suddenly realized I was happy. Not that the act had made me happy, but that letting go of everything in front of me and everything behind me let me understand that in that moment, watching the yellow leaves blow, I was just happy.

love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds

With thanks to Elizabeth.

Jonas Bendiksen, a Magnum photographer, has an amazing multimedia site called:

The places we live.

It’s a mixture of photography, interviews, and ambient sound, and it is about the lives of more than one billion people who live in situations we can’t imagine.

Check it out.

Or, “My mind and my spirit are goin’ north and south!”

Recognize beauty and ugliness is born.
Recognize good and evil is born.

Is and isn’t produce each other.

Hard depends on easy,
Long is tested by short,
High is determined by low,
Sound is harmonized by voice,
After is followed by before.

Therefore the Sage is devoted to non-action,
Moves without teaching,
Creates ten thousand things without instruction,
Lives but does not own,
Acts but does not presume,
Accomplishes without taking credit.

When no credit is taken,
accomplishment endures. (trans. Addiss/Lombardo)

The first stanza seems to divide translators. In this translation, it seems that the recognition (or, linking to other concepts in the text, the naming) of the one produces the other. In D.C. Lau’s, that which is recognized as one is in fact the other. (Good is in fact evil, etc). In Feng-English, you can only SEE beauty if there is ugliness.

And of course every other translation I open presents me with a new face, but I’m going to call it quits before my head shatters.

Whatever interpretation you like, it does seem like the author is concerned about the implications of Newton’s Law of Reciprocal Actions. The enlightened person’s solution lies in somehow performing verbs wu wei; acting without action.

I have no idea how you do this.

Maybe, though… it seems important that you don’t take credit, or credit isn’t attributed to you. If you could act and accomplish without it being noticed, and without realizing it yourself, that action could endure below anyone’s active attention.

In a way we do this constantly. When I was a kid I had this weird fear that if I started thinking about breathing, I would have to keep thinking about it on each breath, taking the action over from the back of my brain. As you can imagine, this was not a comforting thought. Imagine if you needed to concentrate to blink. When you think about all the crazy things your body is doing all the time to keep you alive, present, in this moment, it’s sort of amazing how silly the actions of the composite being can be.

It could be that the most important thing is to start with respect for the constant accomplishment that our powerful, clumsy actions are sitting precariously atop.

If we could act in a way that leveraged the brilliance of our active awareness, but was completely an extension of our natural bodily perpetuation… that would be pretty neat.

But now I sound like a cult leader. Or Wang Chi. If my mind and my body were one, I could TOTALLY chop a bottle in half with a machete!

Or, Alan Greenspan and the constant Way.

The way that can be spoken of
Is not the constant way;
The name that can be named
Is not the constant name.
The nameless was the beginning of heaven and earth;
The named was the mother of the myriad creatures.
Hence always rid yourself of desires in order to observe its secrets;
But always allow yourself to have desires in order to observe its manifestations.
These two are the same
But diverge in name as they issue forth.
Being the same they are called mysteries,
mystery upon mystery-
The gateway of the manifold secrets. (trans. D.C. Lau)

First of all, let me thank D.C. Lau for blowing my mind with his translation of this stanza. Previous translations I had read had always enforced (or I had misread as enforcing) a qualitative preference for emptiness over fullness. I think I got this from Ursula Le Guin, although I hesitate to blame such a superb writer.

So the unwanting soul
sees what’s hidden,
and the ever-wanting soul
sees only what it wants. (Le Guin)

D.C. Lau was the first to really clue me in that the passage from one state to another was actually really valuable, and that perhaps one shouldn’t weigh one state over the other.

The D.C. Lau translation came into my head today, as I was reading about Alan Greenspan’s moment of mea culpa.

And I actually was thinking about his translation of the first line. Our modern society is really a truly impressive one, and I enjoy living it. But we do seem to cultivate a very dangerous idea in our best and brightest that their abilities, intelligence, and foresight are completely unlimited. I think sometimes people need this idea: the idea that literally anything is possible. It’s the core of capitalism and it makes being alive exciting. But it is also fundamentally a delusion. We are ambitious but limited creatures, and even collectively we are capable of only a little of what we might like to be.

Sometimes the failure to see this can lead to greatness. And sometimes it can also lead to disaster, as seen in the out-of-control (but very ambitious) complexity of the shadow financial system. I’ve worked in the financial world, and I don’t see any kind of malevolence in the money lost and trust shattered; just greed and pride, which just about any philosophy is skeptical of.

Of course, my blathering is interrupted by the idea of just letting Chuang Tzu say it:

Life has a limit; knowledge has none. To seek what is limitless through what is limited is perilous. (trans. Hamill/Seaton)

Yes, this was the book I was searching for in my many stacks when I started this blog.

The Tao Te Ching could probably offer an endless font of advice to Mr. Greenspan:

When beings prosper and grow old,
Call them not-Tao.
Not-Tao soon ends. (trans. Addiss/Lombardo)

But let’s stop while we’re ahead.

One of my favorite sentences in the Tao Te Ching can be found in verse 41 (when arranging things by the more common method).

The great scholar hearing the Tao
Tries to practice it.
The middling scholar hearing the Tao
Sometimes has it, sometimes not.
The lesser scholar hearing the Tao
Has a good laugh.
Without that laughter
It wouldn’t be Tao. (trans. Addiss/Lombardo)

I really love the embrace of humor (which Chuang Tzu was also a fan of) and also the wonderful, relaxed lack of need in the text. The Way is not a jealous Way.

I’ve always thought of myself as the middling scholar, and so this serves as a sort of memento mori for my next little project. I’m going to go through the Tao Te Ching and share my thoughts about each chapter; a post for each one. I don’t intend to critically analyze them or tell you what I think they mean (good luck with that). I just find the text returning to me at the oddest times and I wanted to write some of it down. Hopefully you’ll get the sense of what I’m doing as I go.

I think I’ve narrowed down what bothers me about The Dhammapada.

Selfish people do not go to the world of the radiant one.
Childish people to not commend diving.
But the wise person, rejoicing in giving,
is thereby at each in the world beyond. (177)

Every once in a while I hit a passage like that, and I get the tinge of an appeal to some concept of karma, or to some kind of synthetic, outside consequences for a poorly-led life. I guess I’ve always thought that living in pain is bad enough, and shifting more to a “world beyond”, which I’m pretty sure I don’t believe in, is a little much.

Perhaps I’m misinterpreting the passage, though. I will confess that I don’t know much about Theravada Buddhism, but there does seem to be a concept of reincarnation and a final reward. I guess I get a “dirt in the ground” sense from the Tao te Ching, and I like that.

I do like this, though:

A person is not skilled
just because he talks a lot.
Peaceful, friendly, secure-
that one is called “skilled”. (258)

By the way, this is the translation these passages are excerpted from. You can also read the whole text (in a different translation) for free, though, on the web.

I’ve been spending some time reading verses from The Dhammapada. Perhaps it’s just the presentation of this translation, but it really has a similar vibe to the Tao Te Ching; eliminating the toxic, dense noise of the material world. Here’s a passage from The Path:

When through insight a person sees
all fabrications are impermanent,
then in pain he turns away.
The is the path to purification.

When through insight a person sees
all fabrications are painful,
then in pain he turns away.
The is the path to purification.

When through insight a person sees
all fabrications are nonsubstantial,
then in pain he turns away.
The is the path to purification.

I think this text has a somewhat different tone than the Tao te Ching, and one I don’t like quite as much, but it’s hard to put my finger on it.

I really love to take walks at night in the city. Darkness really obliterates the hard edges of everything and the quiet that descends over Portland at night is… not really eerie. Just peaceful, for the most part.

Here’s a song that makes me think about walking, even if it is a bit of a downer.

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