Čuang-c' citáty
Čuang-c'
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Další jména:Dschuang Dsi
„Mistr Čuang“. Patří společně s Lao-c'em k nejvýznamnějším představitelům filosofického taoismu. Žil ve státě Sung (dnešní provincie Che-nan) na přelomu čtvrtého a třetího století př. n. l. v období válčících států a tzv. sta filosofických škol.
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„Zdálo se Čuangovi, že je motýl, jenž poletuje kolem, motýl se cítil motýlem, nic mu nechybělo, nevěděl, že je Čuang. Náhle se probudil a ustrnul, je Čuang! A teď neví, zdálo se Čuangovi, že je motýl, nebo se zdá nyní motýlu, že je Čuang? Čuang nebo motýl, přece tu musí být nějaký rozdíl! A tomu se říká proměnlivost věcí!“
— Čuang-c'
Z knihy Mistr Zhuang: Sebrané spisy
„Dokonalý člověk užívá svého srdce jako zrcadla. Nejde za věcmi, ani jim nejde vstříc: zrcadlí je, ale nepodržuje jich. Proto může překonat svět a zůstat nezraněn. Není otrokem své slávy, nemá pánů, nežene se za činností, nežene se za pozváním. Všímá si i toho nejmenšího, a přece je nevyčerpatelný, neboť je nad svým já.“
— Čuang-c'
„If a man, having lashed two hulls together, is crossing a river, and an empty boat happens along and bumps into him, no matter how hot-tempered the man may be, he will not get angry. But if there should be someone in the other boat, then he will shout out to haul this way or veer that. If his first shout is unheeded, he will shout again, and if that is not heard, he will shout a third time, this time with a torrent of curses following. In the first instance, he wasn't angry; now in the second he is. Earlier he faced emptiness, now he faces occupancy. If a man could succeed in making himself empty, and in that way wander through the world, then who could do him harm?“
— Zhuangzi
„How do I know that enjoying life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death we are not like people who got lost in early childhood and do not know the way home?“
— Zhuangzi
Context: How do I know that enjoying life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death we are not like people who got lost in early childhood and do not know the way home? Lady Li was the child of a border guard in Ai. When first captured by the state of Jin, she wept so much her clothes were soaked. But after she entered the palace, shared the king's bed, and dined on the finest meats, she regretted her tears. How do I know that the dead do not regret their previous longing for life? One who dreams of drinking wine may in the morning weep; one who dreams weeping may in the morning go out to hunt. During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream. And yet fools think they are awake, presuming to know that they are rulers or herdsmen. How dense! You and Confucius are both dreaming, and I who say you are a dream am also a dream. Such is my tale. It will probably be called preposterous, but after ten thousand generations there may be a great sage who will be able to explain it, a trivial interval equivalent to the passage from morning to night.
„You and Confucius are both dreaming, and I who say you are a dream am also a dream. Such is my tale. It will probably be called preposterous, but after ten thousand generations there may be a great sage who will be able to explain it, a trivial interval equivalent to the passage from morning to night.“
— Zhuangzi
Context: How do I know that enjoying life is not a delusion? How do I know that in hating death we are not like people who got lost in early childhood and do not know the way home? Lady Li was the child of a border guard in Ai. When first captured by the state of Jin, she wept so much her clothes were soaked. But after she entered the palace, shared the king's bed, and dined on the finest meats, she regretted her tears. How do I know that the dead do not regret their previous longing for life? One who dreams of drinking wine may in the morning weep; one who dreams weeping may in the morning go out to hunt. During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream. And yet fools think they are awake, presuming to know that they are rulers or herdsmen. How dense! You and Confucius are both dreaming, and I who say you are a dream am also a dream. Such is my tale. It will probably be called preposterous, but after ten thousand generations there may be a great sage who will be able to explain it, a trivial interval equivalent to the passage from morning to night.
