the wheel chiseler
crawling the internet, I found a story of daoist philosophy.
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Duke Huan was reading a book in the hall. Wheelwright Pian, who had been chiseling a wheel in the courtyard below, set down his tools and climbed the stairs to ask Duke Huan, "May I ask what words are in the book Your Grace is reading?"
"The words of sages." the Duke responded.
"Are these sages alive?"
"They are already dead."
"That means you are reading the dregs of long gone men, doesn't it?"
Duke Huan said, "How does a wheelwright get to have opinions on the books I read? If you can explain yourself I'll let it pass, otherwise, it's death."
Wheelwright Pian said ''In my case I see things in terms of my own work. When I chisel at a wheel, if I go slow the chisel slides and does not stay put; if I hurry, it jams and doesn't move properly. When it is neither too slow nor too fast I can feel it in my hand and respond to it from my heart. My mouth cannot describe it in words but there is something there I cannot teach it to my son and my son cannot learn it from me. So I have gone on for seventy years, growing old chiseling wheels. The men of old died in possession of what could not transmit. So it follows that what you are reading is their dregs."
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wisdom can't be written down. it can't be taught. you must acquire it for yourself. so is true happiness. penetrating the mysterious meaning of your life, beyond human understanding, and to master all of its secrets.
I've found it, a long long time ago. I wanted everyone to feel this feeling that I felt but as much as I tried to express it through every way I can, it's something I cannot transmit. I write about all of the remarkable things that stir me in hopes I can stir up something in others, to make you laugh, cry or think. I want to drown you in my passion and curiosity for living. I love myself and I want you to love yourself.
I think the key is not trying to make others understand your same exact essence, but to inspire them to seek their own. to live life only on your own terms. like how music has that power of manipulating your body until you breathe with the melody and lose yourself. it's strange and beautiful
what you are reading are my dregs. I can't give you me in something as finite as language, and I may fail in evoking anything real in you, but I hope that it will be a magnificent failure.
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Duke Huan was reading a book in the hall. Wheelwright Pian, who had been chiseling a wheel in the courtyard below, set down his tools and climbed the stairs to ask Duke Huan, "May I ask what words are in the book Your Grace is reading?"
"The words of sages." the Duke responded.
"Are these sages alive?"
"They are already dead."
"That means you are reading the dregs of long gone men, doesn't it?"
Duke Huan said, "How does a wheelwright get to have opinions on the books I read? If you can explain yourself I'll let it pass, otherwise, it's death."
Wheelwright Pian said ''In my case I see things in terms of my own work. When I chisel at a wheel, if I go slow the chisel slides and does not stay put; if I hurry, it jams and doesn't move properly. When it is neither too slow nor too fast I can feel it in my hand and respond to it from my heart. My mouth cannot describe it in words but there is something there I cannot teach it to my son and my son cannot learn it from me. So I have gone on for seventy years, growing old chiseling wheels. The men of old died in possession of what could not transmit. So it follows that what you are reading is their dregs."
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wisdom can't be written down. it can't be taught. you must acquire it for yourself. so is true happiness. penetrating the mysterious meaning of your life, beyond human understanding, and to master all of its secrets.
I've found it, a long long time ago. I wanted everyone to feel this feeling that I felt but as much as I tried to express it through every way I can, it's something I cannot transmit. I write about all of the remarkable things that stir me in hopes I can stir up something in others, to make you laugh, cry or think. I want to drown you in my passion and curiosity for living. I love myself and I want you to love yourself.
I think the key is not trying to make others understand your same exact essence, but to inspire them to seek their own. to live life only on your own terms. like how music has that power of manipulating your body until you breathe with the melody and lose yourself. it's strange and beautiful
what you are reading are my dregs. I can't give you me in something as finite as language, and I may fail in evoking anything real in you, but I hope that it will be a magnificent failure.