Where can I find a man who has forgotten words, so I can have a few words with him?
ZHUANGZIHuman life is limited, but knowledge is limitless. To drive the limited in pursuit of the limitless is fatal; and to presume that one really knows is fatal indeed!
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The torch of doubt and chaos, this is what the sage steers by.
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To be truly ignorant, be content with your own knowledge.
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Your mind must become one, do not try to understand with your ears but with your heart. Indeed, not with your heart but with your soul.
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Are you and I perchance caught up in a dream from which we have not yet awakened?
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Easy is right. Begin right and you are easy. Continue easy and you are right. The right way to go easy is to forget the right way, and forget that the going is easy.
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The true man breathes with his heels.
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Being is thoughtless-beyond and beneath all categories of thought. Expression is the realization of creative thought. Being is still; expression, moving. But then if I do not strive, who will?
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Great knowledge is universal. Small knowledge is limited. Great words are inspiring; small words are chatter.
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Life is finite, While knowledge is infinite.
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The enlightened attention rejects nothing nor welcomes anything-like a mirror it responds equally to all.
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If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.
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The greatest tragedy that can befall a person is the atrophy of his mind.
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When there is no more separation between ‘this’ and ‘that,’ it is called the still-point of the Tao. At the still point in the center of the circle one can see the infinite in all things.
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Great knowledge sees all in one. Small knowledge breaks down into the many.
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But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.
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