So you don't care

Zhuangzi's wife died, and his good friend Huizi went to pay his respects. But the man Zhuangzi was sitting on a mat of rushes, tapping the earthen basin and singing a song. Huizi rebuked him, but the old gentleman said, "You see, when people are not born, they are mixed with the creation of heaven and earth, and have no shape or even breath. After a few decades, they have returned to the universe again. It is like spring, summer, autumn and winter alternating with each other. Is there anything to be sad about?

If I were Keiko, I would be very sad to hear that. Generation after generation, people read the old Zhuang, understood the truth and admired their comprehensibility. However, Huizi, who knew Zhuangzi best in the world, probably thought that after his death, his good friend Zhuangzhou would not be sad to miss him.

Huizi might also remember that she had once discussed with Zhuangzi that people were heartless. In Zhuang Zi's view, people are ruthless, do not hurt their bodies with likes and dislikes. The rise and fall of things around, how can affect their own mood and temperament?

These words, when first read, are particularly fascinating. At first I was amazed, then I was in awe, and imagined that I could do it myself one day.

Life needs to be happy, and frustrated, Zen road is often the best haven.

Bodhi this no tree, mirror is not Taiwan. There was nothing, where to provoke dust?

There are many similar remarks, perhaps not so thorough and so mysterious, but always the same meaning --

Who cares?

What a smart and beautiful sentence! Zhuangzi's drumming and singing, the truth is better than countless later world expression frozen, shrug of the shoulders of the classic action.

Soon after, Huizi did die, and Chuangzi did not go crying. But later on, Zhuang Zi once passed by his graveyard and suddenly asked his servants to stop their sedan chair and told a story that was not necessarily relevant.

In the state of Chu, there was a skilled craftsman who could paint a man's nose with ash and then cut off the ash with a knife without hurting his skin at all. The hostage's face did not change. When the king of Chu heard of this strange thing, he summoned the craftsman to the palace to perform it. But at that time, the craftsman reported to the king of Chu that although he had the ability, he could only perform it on a certain partner. Now his partner had died for a long time, and there was no one left to volunteer.

Zhuangzi finished his speech and then said with a deep sigh, "After the master's death, I have no one to talk to."

So.

It wasn't that he didn't care. It was not that he was never sad.

For when Zhuangzi spoke these words to himself, he did not feel any quality from now on. Keiko is his adversary, his friend, his listener and his antagonist, the only person he can talk to. For death, Zhuang Zi has long said that he will not be sad, but in the face of the dead friend, he finally found that he may need such a person, he is not as naked as he thought, the world is not always smoke. Even if into flying ash, still from time to time, lost the eyes of the viewer, from the drop of a few hurried to cover up the tears.

After Zhuangzi, every fragile soul that was hurt and ignored had a short port of call since then. In the rainy night, they held the free and easy and the whole thing, those beautiful and bizarre metaphors will be the red candle in the room to flicker vigorous, the blackened wick from time to time rolled down tears, in the scholar's heart burned a bright red blood bubble.

How much you want to be detached, how much you try to stay away, more away; How much you want to be unattached, how much you try to forget, and then forget. But in the end, I am afraid that the world is still not broken to see the world, you in the loneliness of the bone struggle to tear the heart crack lung, I am afraid that still can not do the understatement of things I forget.

So you have to lie to yourself that you don't really care.