Sunday, June 22, 2008

Nobody and Everyone

Nobody knows everything
and everyone knows something.

In ancient mythology, the final apotheosis of a Taoist who had transformed his body into pure Yang occurred after 1000 years in this world. He attained hsien (immortality) through mysticism, restoring the purest energies possessed only by newborn infants at birth. Once satiated with mortal life, he "ascended to heaven in broad daylight."

According to the Tao, life and death are but one of the pairs of cyclical phases, such as day and night, summer and winter. Life and death are not opposing forces; they are merely two variables of the same reality, "arrested moments out of the flux" of the chaotic universe.

From the Tao Te Ching

All creatures under heaven are born from being;
Being is born from nonbeing.

The Way gave birth to unity,
Unity gave birth to duality,
Duality gave birth to trinity,
Trinity gave birth to the myriad creatures.

Treat well those who are good,
Also treat well those who are not good;
thus good is attained.
Be sincere to those who are sincere
Also be sincere to those who are not sincere;
thus sincerity is attained.

Everything has a beginning
which may be thought of as the mother...
Having realized the mother,
you thereby know her children,
Knowing her children
go back to abide with the mother.
To the end of your life, you will not be imperiled.

Observe others through your own person.
Observe others through your own family.
Observe others through your own village.
Observe other states through your own state
Observe all under heaven through all under heaven...

Undertake great tasks by approaching the simplicity in them.
Do great deeds by focusing on the small details.

Seek the unusual and creative, for there is greatness.

Guard the three treasures: compassion, frugality, and humility.

Realize that you do not know all; this is a virtue.
Not to realize that you do not understand is a defect...

The Way of heaven is impartial,
yet is always with the good person.

The Way is empty yet it never refills with use;
Bottomless, it is, like the forefather of the myriad creatures.
It files away sharp points, unravels tangles, diffuses light, mingles with the dust. Submerged it lies, seeming barely to subsist...

Attain utmost emptiness. Maintain utter stillness.



Piú giú, in fondo alla Tuscolana...!?...passavo per un saluto!

Anonymous said...

... yes ...


The soul still sings in the darkness telling of the beauty she found there; and daring us not to think that because she passed through such tortures of anguish, doubt, dread, and horror, as has been said, she ran any the more danger of being lost in the night. Nay, in the darkness did she, rather, find herself.

--St. John, Dark Night of the Soul

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