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: The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu (): Chuang Tzu, Burton Watson: Books. Burton Watson, Associate Professor of Chinese at Columbia Uni- versity, is the author of look at the “imitations” of passages in the Chuang Tzu pre- pared by. Review Of: Ryūichi Abe and Peter Haskel, Translated with Essays, Great Fool: Zen Master Ryōkan, Poems, Letters, and Other Writings. [REVIEW]Watson Burton .

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Free and Easy Wandering 2: Discussion on Making All Things Equal 3: The Secret of Caring for Life 4: In the World of Men 5: The Sign of Virtue Complete 6: The Great and Venerable Teacher 7: Fit for Emperors and Kings 8: Heaven and Earth The Way of Heaven The Turning of Heaven Constrained in Will Mending the Inborn Nature The Mountain Tree Knowledge Wandered North Giving Away a Throne Discoursing on Swords The Old Fishermman He changes and becomes a bird whose name is P’eng.

The back of the P’eng measures I don’t know how many thousand li across and, when he rises up and flies off, his wings are like clouds all over the sky. When the sea begins to move,2 this bird byrton off for the southern darkness, which is the Lake of Heaven.

The Universal Harmony3 records various wonders, and it says: He beats the whirlwind and rises ninety thousand li, setting off on the sixth month gale. Is that its real color, or is it because it is so far away and has no end? When the bird looks down, all he sees is blue too. If water is not piled up deep enough, it won’t have the strength to bear up a big wataon.

Pour a cup of water into a hollow in the floor and bits bruton trash will sail on it like boats. But set the cup there and it will stick fast, for the water is too shallow and the boat too large.

If wind is not piled up deep enough, it won’t have the strength to bear up great wings. Therefore when the P’eng rises ninety thousand li, he must have the wind under him like that.

Only then can he mount on the back of the wind, shoulder the blue sky, and nothing can hinder or block him. Only burtno can he set his eyes to the south.

The cicada and the little dove laugh at this, saying, “When we make an effort and fly up, we can get as far as the elm or the sapanwood tree, but sometimes we don’t make it and just fall down on the ground. Now how is anyone going to go ninety thousand li to the south!

Burton Watson (ed.), The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu – PhilPapers

If you go off to the green woods nearby, you can take along food for three meals and come back with your stomach as full as ever. If you are going a hundred li, you must grind your grain the night before; and if you are going a thousand li, you must start getting the provisions together three months in advance. What do these two creatures understand? Little understanding cannot come up to great understanding; the shortlived cannot come up to the long-lived.


How do I know this is so? The morning mushroom knows nothing of twilight and dawn; the summer cicada knows nothing of spring and autumn. They are the short-lived. South of Ch’u there is a caterpillar which counts five hundred years as one spring and five hundred years as one autumn.

Long, long ago there was a great rose of Sharon that counted eight thousand years as one spring and eight thousand years as one autumn. They are the long-lived.

Yet P’eng-tsu4 alone is famous today for having lived a long time, and everybody tries to ape him. Among the questions of T’ang to Ch’i we find the same thing. In it is a fish which is several thousand li across, and no one knows how long.

His name is K’un. There is also a bird there, named P’eng, with a back like Mount T’ai and wings like clouds filling the sky.

He beats the whirlwind, leaps into the air, and rises up ninety thousand li, cutting through the clouds and mist, shouldering the blue sky, and then he turns his wateon south and prepares to journey to the southern darkness. The little quail laughs at him, saying, “Where does he think he’s going?

The complete works of Chuang Tzu

I give a great leap and fly up, but I never get more than ten or twelve yards wataon I come down fluttering among the weeds and brambles. And that’s the best kind of flying anyway! Where does he think he’s going? Therefore a man who has wisdom enough to fill one office effectively, good conduct enough to impress one community, virtue enough to please one ruler, or talent enough to be called into service in one state, has the same kind of self-pride as these little creatures.

Sung Jung-tzu6 would certainly burst out laughing at such a man. The whole world could praise Sung Jung-tzu and it wouldn’t make him exert himself; the whole world could condemn him and it wouldn’t make him mope. He drew a clear line between the internal and the external, and recognized the boundaries of true glory and disgrace. But that was all. As far as the world went, he didn’t fret and worry, but there was still ground he left unturned.

Burton Chuang-tzu & Watson, The Complete Works. Translated by Burton Watson – PhilPapers

Lieh Tzu7 could ride the wind and go soaring around with cool and breezy skill, but after fifteen days he came back to earth.

As far as the search for good fortune went, he didn’t fret and worry. He escaped the trouble of walking, but he still had to depend on something to get around. If he had only mounted on the truth of Heaven and Earth, ridden the changes of the six breaths, and thus wandered through the boundless, then what would he have had to depend on? Yao wanted to cede the empire to Hsu-Yu. When the seasonal rains are falling, it’s a waste of water to go on irrigating the fields.

If you took the throne, the world would be well ordered.

I go on occupying it, but all I can see are my failings. I beg to turn over the world to you.

Chuang Tzu: Basic Writings

Hsu Yu said, “You govern the world and the world is already well governed. Now if I take your place, will I be doing it for a name? But name is only the guest of reality – will I chyang doing it so I can play the part of a guest?


When the tailorbird builds her nest in the deep wood, she uses no more than one branch. When buron mole drinks at the river, he takes no more than a bellyful.

Go home and forget the matter, my lord. I have no use for the rulership of the world! Though the cook may not run his kitchen properly, the priest and the impersonator of the dead at the sacrifice do watosn leap over the wine casks and sacrificial stands and go take his place.

Chien Wu said to Lien Shu, “I was listening to Chieh Yu’s talk – big and nothing to back it up, going on and on without turning around. I was completely dumfounded at his words – no more end than the Milky Watsn, wild and brton of the mark, never coming near human affairs! He doesn’t eat the five grains, but sucks the wind, drinks the dew, climbs up on the clouds and mist, rides a flying dragon, and wanders beyond the four seas.

By concentrating his spirit, he can protect creatures from sickness and plague and make the harvest plentiful. I thought this was all insane and refused to believe it. And blindness and deafness are not confined to the body alone – the understanding has them too, as your words just now brton shown.

This man, with this virtue of his, is about to embrace the ten thousand things and roll them into one. Though the age calls for reform, why should he wear himself out over the affairs of the world? There is nothing that can harm this man. Though flood waters pile up to the sky, he will not drown. Though a great drought melts metal and stone and scorches the earth and hills, he will not be burned. From his dust and leavings alone you birton mold a Yao or a Bugton Why waton he consent to bother about mere things?

A man of Sung who sold ceremonial hats made a trip to Brton, but the Yueh people cut their burtton short and tattoo their bodies and had no use for such things. Yao brought order to the people of the world and directed the government of all within the seas.

But he went to see the Four Masters of the faraway Ku-she: Mountain, [and when he got home] north of the Fen. River, he was dazed and had forgotten his kingdom there. I planted them, and when they grew up, the fruit was big enough to hold five piculs. I tried using it for a water container, but it was so heavy I couldn’t lift it. I split it in half to make dippers, but they were so large and unwieldy that I couldn’t dip them into any thing. It’s not that the gourds weren’t fantastically big – but I decided they were no use and so I smashed them to pieces.

Chuang Tzu said, “You certainly are dense when it comes to using big things!