Another Version of the Tao Te Ching

As I think I’ve noted a long time ago, I got my first introduction to Asian literature in a graduate course taught by a visiting Korean professor at Portland State. Although we covered a wide range of Classic Chinese literature, the one work that stayed with me was the Tao Te Ching. It inspired a love of Chinese/Japanese literature that has helped me so see the world in an entirely different light than I did when I was stationed in Vietnam in the 60’s. I’ve re-read the original version we read for class a few time and have also read and discussed several different versions. Though I prefer some translations over others, all of them have helped me to better understand the Tao Te Ching. That’s certainly true of Stanley Lombardo and Stephen Addiss’s recent translation of the Tao Te Ching.

Burton Watson’s Introduction reminded me what makes the Tao Te Ching different from other great Chinese Classics of the same era:

What in particular sets the Taoists apart from the other schools of philosophy is the marked strain of mysticism and quietism that underlies so much of their thought, a strain that seems to reach far back into the roots of Chinese culture. It is this strain that in a Taoist text such as the Tao Te Ching engenders its most potent symbols: water, darkness, the valley, the female, the babe.

Since these aspects of Taoism remind me of the Transcendentalists, particularly Thoreau, I had a natural affinity for it when I first encountered it.

The Tao seems similar in many ways to the Transcendentalists’ Oversoul. Burton Watson notes that though “Tao” literally means the “way” or the “path” in Chinese, it has a much more complex meaning in Taoist literature:

But in Taoist writings it has a far more comprehensive meaning, referring rather to a metaphysical first principle that embraces and underlies all being, a vast Oneness that precedes and in some mysterious manner generates the endlessly diverse forms of the world. Ultimately, as the Tao Te Ching stresses, Tao lies beyond the power of language to describe, though the text employs a number of highly suggestive terms and similes to allude to it, kennings for the ineffable, as it were, that serve to suggest at least something of its nature and immensity. For, unknowable as the Tao may be in essence, one must somehow learn to sense its presence and movement in order to bring one’s own life and movements into harmony with it. The aim of the text, then, is to impart to the reader, through hints, symbols, and paradoxical utterances, such an intuitive grasp of the tao and the vital ability to move with it rather than counter to it.

At first encounter, the Tao seemed to correspond to the Holy Spirit. Today, if I were trying to explain it to a class of high school seniors, I might compare it to Yoda’s “Let the Force be with you.” Yoda’s directive “Do, or do not. There is no try.” would certainly seem worthy of a Taoist sage.

Burton Watson also points out another reason why The Tao Te Ching appealed to me more than the other classical Chinese writings:

But the Tao Te Ching lacks a specific speaker or context and because it relies not on logical exposition but on sheer power of language in expounding its ideas, it comes closer to pure poetry than do any of the other philosophical texts. It is this poetic force and beauty of the text that the translators, as they explain in their preface, have been most concerned to bring across in their translation. It seems to me they have succeeded brilliantly.

Although I occasionally become obsessed with understanding “why” something is happening or has happened, I generally prefer the kinds of intuitive truth to be seen in paintings or poetry to the logical truths the mind attains.

I remember in order to Illustrate differences between the Chinese language and the English language, my Korean professor would write the exact translation next to the Chinese characters, making the original Tao Te Ching seem much more “concrete” than the translation we were using. Quite often I preferred the professor’s “translation” to the one we were reading. Though Lombardo and Addiss’s translation is much more sophisticated than the professor’s simple translation, that seems to be part of what they are trying to accomplish in their translation:

First, we wanted to translate rather than explain the text. The Tao Te Ching is always terse, and sometimes enigmatic. Previous translators have often offered explications rather than pure translations; they explained what they thought Lao-tzu meant rather than what he said. We have chosen to let the text speak for itself as much as possible. Second, we found that earlier translations, because they often paraphrase the text, tend to be verbose, extending the concise Chinese text into much longer sentence patterns.

The first chapter of their translation illustrates their emphasis on conciseness

Tao k’o tao fei ch’ang Tao
TAO called TAO is not TAO.

Names can name no lasting name.

Nameless: the origin of heaven and earth.
Naming: the mother of ten thousand things.

Empty of desire, perceive mystery.
Filled with desire, perceive manifestations.

These have the same source, but different names.
Call them both deep—
Deep and again deep:
The gateway to all mystery.

If as Watson says the two primary elements of Taoism are mysticism and quietism, this first chapter sets them out clearly. This insistence that The Way cannot be named clearly places it outside the intellectual domain, asserting its mystical essence. The very act of naming something forces us to divide the world up into distinct elements rather than intuiting the unity of all things. And the very essence of quietism seems personified in the phrase “empty of desire,” a very non-Western idea.

These same two ideas are developed more fully in the second chapter:

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

Ku yu wu hsiang sheng
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
.

The line “Recognize good and evil is born” reminds me of the Existentialist line, “Nothing is right or wrong, but thinking makes it so.” If we declare that something is “good” it inevitably follows that anything not “good” must be “evil,” or, at least, bad. It is this constant judging that drives us, making us unable to live in and appreciate the moment. “Is and Isn’t produce each other.” No wonder the Sage must learn to quiet his monkey brain to attain true awareness.

If I Had a Drone

Just before my unit was sent to Vietnam I was sent to Chemical-Biological-Radiological school in Fort McClellan, Alabama to become the company’s CBR officer. I was appalled by what I saw there. Although I was certainly experienced enough by then to realize war was horrible, I had no idea how horrible it could become due to the work of scientists who had devoted their life to devising new, if not better, ways of killing people. What I saw there led to many a sleepless night and made me question the very sanity of modern “civilization.” Dr. Strangelove took on a new meaning after my experiences there.

It would be hard to rate the levels of horror I felt as I learned more and more about chemical and biological instruments I had never heard of; I’ll just say that by the end of the course nuclear warfare seemed less horrifying than other possibilities.

The one part of the course I’ve never forgotten, though, was the lesson on nerve gas. The class instructor and his assistants put one drop of nerve “gas” on the nose of the goat to demonstrate its potency and how it could be counteracted by the administering of atropine. After the drop was applied, the goat immediately went into convulsions, spasming wildly! It wasn’t at all reassuring, either, that the atropine didn’t stop the convulsing and the animal died panting and foaming from the mouth.

I was outraged that instructors would even submit a goat to that kind of torture. Needless to say, I couldn’t imagine how any civilized nation could resort to that kind of weapon. It made mustard gas seem positively benign in comparison. About the only good thing that could be said about it is that it didn’t destroy any valuable property, just people and animals.

I suspect that gives me a different perspective on Syria than most Americans. In most ways I’m probably more anti-war than the average American and have been so for a very long time. Personally, I’ve always believed that democracy and Imperialism, even in the form of American Capitalism, are incompatible. I started this blog in opposition to America’s invasion of Afghanistan and was even more adamant that our invasion of Iraq was both unjustified and unwise, though it might have been justified if we had invaded when Hussein used chemical weapons on the Iranians and the Kurds. Unfortunately, I suspect those agents were provided by the Americans, since we were his greatest ally in his border wars with the Iranians.

It’s clear that America doesn’t hold the moral high ground on these issues just as it is clear that it’s long past time to back away from a drone first-strike mentality. I’m certain that our drone attacks have created more enemies than they have killed. Common sense tells you that constantly firing rockets into another country in never going to gain you allies. Nor is it likely to ever kill enough enemies to deter the movement, as our own generals have repeatedly conceded.

All of that said, I wouldn’t have hesitated a moment to attack Assad and his generals once they had used nerve gas on their own people, and not just enemy troops. Of course, as a mere peasant, I’ve never understood the reason governments are unwilling to target the leaders of countries they are at war with. After all, it’s not the foot soldiers who decide whether or not to use bio-chemical weapons – or at least I certainly hope not. I would have sent a fleet of drones all with Assad’s name stencilled on them and taken him out, along with his commanders who at least had to be complicit in the use of the nerve agents.

I’ll be back to normal shortly

All those years of playing smash-mouth football, and basketball, for that matter, may have finally caught up with me. We’ve had an unusually bad year for allergies, and I finally went to a nose specialist to see what I could do to improve my breathing. He said there was probably nothing that could be done unless he corrected my deviated septum.

I’m not real big on going to doctors and I’m even less fond of surgery, but the condition has bothered me so much recently that I didn’t hesitate and scheduled the surgery as quickly as I could, two weeks as it turned out. I finally had it done Friday morning, and was told that it went well; I was home by noon.

If I’d known what recovery involved, however, I might not have rushed into the surgery quite so quickly. They sent me home with a large bottle of powerful painkillers, and, for a change, I’m actually using them. I have a high tolerance for pain and seldom use a quarter of the pills they send me home with. That’s not been the case this time. I’ve had mind-numbing headaches ever since Friday morning, not to mention nausea and alternating chills and heat flashes. This morning is the first time I’ve felt even close to “normal.”

Perhaps that’s partially due to the fact that I finally got a walk in yesterday afternoon. I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t be able to exercise for two weeks after the surgery, though walking is allowed. That’s almost harder than not being able to blow my nose for two weeks.

It seems truly ironic that the main reason I went to the doctor was so that I’d be able to breathe well enough to start jogging again, and now I can’t even think about jogging for at least two weeks, much less lift the weights I’ve been lifting the last month. Hopefully it won’t cause me to regain any of the weight I’ve managed to lose recently.

The mini-fast diet I started in August has worked wonderfully for me. Though I still haven’t reached the 175 pounds goal I set for myself last year, I’ve lost 2 to 2 1/2 pounds per week since I started the diet and am below 180 for the first time in years and years. It fits me perfectly. I find it relatively easy not to eat until lunchtime, particularly when I’ve exercised hard in the morning. I follow the diet at least 5 days a week, but revert to the normal three meals a day when Leslie’s home on weekends. I’ve lost 10 pounds in a month and suspect I’m going to be able to drop well below 175 pounds while still getting stronger. I haven’t felt this good in several years; even my arthritic hip feels better since I lost weight.

Hopefully, this week will turn out to be a minor setback. They take the splints out Thursday morning and I’m hoping that I’ll be back exercising even more the week after that. I would love to see if my breathing improves enough that I’ll have less problems hiking up mountains before the snows return to the Olympics and the Cascades.

Bugs and Roses

If you’ve worked with tools as long as I have, you’ve probably noticed that the tools you own play a large part in determining not only what you’re able to do, but also what you’re apt to do. Since I bought my Canon 100mm macro lens I can’t go to the Pt Defiance Garden without also focusing on the insects, which, in turn, has made me more aware of various parts of plants.

For instance, I couldn’t help but notice how many of these small butterflies/moths were around.

Skipper

Curious whether it was a butterfly or a moth, I discovered it’s called a “Skipper” and it’s one of those insects which defies classification since it shares characteristics with both the butterfly and moth family.

I tended to ignore the bumblebees I posted in the earlier entry, but I think this might be the unidentified insect I posted at the same time though I didn’t realize it when I took the picture.

insect

I wonder if there are flies/bees that are in the same category as the Skipper?

Sometimes when you look real closely at nature you find things you don’t expect, like this shot:

 Spider

Of course, the shot also exposes one of the serious limitations of a macro lens: sometimes it’s impossible to keep everything in focus. Though I kind of liked the mystery of what the spider itself looked like. It’s clear that it would present a real threat to all those insects pollinating the roses.

Nor could I resist the temptation to shoot this miniature rose,

miniature rose

which, due to the magic of the macro lens looks exactly like a full-size rose, though in reality it was slightly larger than my thumb.

And, looking around, I couldn’t resist the temptation of trying to capture the center of this flower.

almost a mandala within in a mandala.