Your life has a limit but knowledge has none. If you use what is limited to pursue what has no limit, you will be in danger. If you understand this and still strive for knowledge, you will be in danger for certain! If you do good, stay away from fame. If you do evil, stay away from punishments. Follow the middle; go by what is constant, and you can stay in one piece, keep yourself alive, look after your parents, and you can live out your years.
Cook Ting was cutting up an ox for Lord Wen-hui. At every touch of his hand, every heave of
his shoulder, every move of his feet, every thrust of his knee-zip! zoop! He slithered the knife
along with a zing, and all was in perfect rhythm, as though he was performing the dance of the
Mulberry Grove or keeping time to the Ching-shou music.
"Ah, this is marvelous!" said Lord Wen-hui. "Imagine skill reaching such heights!"
Cook Ting laid down his knife and replied, "What I care about is the Way, which goes beyond skill. When I first began cutting up oxen, all I could see was the ox itself. After three years I no longer saw the whole ox. And now-now I go at it by spirit and don't look with my eyes. Perception and understanding have come to a stop and spirit moves where it wants. I go along with the natural makeup, strike in the big hollows, guide the knife though the big openings, and follow things as they are. So I never touch the smallest ligament or tendon, much less a main joint.
"A good cook changes his knife once a year-because he cuts. A mediocre cook changes his knife once a month-because he hacks. I've had this knife of mine for nineteen years and I've cut up thousands of oxen with it, and yet the blade is as good as if it had just come from the grindstone.
"However, when I come to a complicated place, I size up the difficulties, tell myself to watch out and be careful, keep my eyes on what I am doing, work very slowly, and move the knife with the greatest subtlety, until-flop! the whole thing comes apart like a clod of earth crumbling to the ground. I stand there holding the knife and look all around me, completely satisfied and reluctant to move on, and then I wipe off the knife and put it away."
"Excellent!" said the Lord Wen-hui. "I have heard the words of Cook Ting and learned how to care for life!"
When Kung-wen Hsuan saw the Commander of the Right, he was startled and said, "What kind
of man is this? How did he come to lose his foot? Was it Heaven? Or was it man?"
"It was Heaven, not man," said the commander. "When Heaven gave me life, it saw to it that I would be one-footed. Men's looks are given to them. So I know that this was the work of Heaven and not of man. The swamp pheasant has to walk ten paces for one peck and a hundred paces for one drink, but it doesn't want to be kept in a cage. Though you treat it like a king, it's spirit won't be content."
When Lao Tan died, Ch'in Shih went to mourn for him; but after giving three cries, he left the
"Weren't you a friend of the Master?" asked Lao Tzu's disciples.
"And you think it's all right to mourn him this way?"
"Yes," said Ch'in Shih. "At first I took him for a real man, but now I know he wasn't. a little while ago I went in to mourn, I found old men weeping for him as though they were weeping for a son, and young men weeping for him as though they were weeping for a mother. To have gathered a group like that, he must have done something to make them talk about him, though he didn't ask them to talk, or make them weep for him, though he didn't ask them to weep. This is to hide from Heaven, turn your back on the true state of affairs, and forget what you were born with. In the old days, this was called the crime of hiding from Heaven. Your master happened to come because it was his time, and he happened to leave because things follow along. If you are content with the time and willing to follow along, then grief and joy have no way to enter in. In the old days, this was called being freed from the bonds of God.
"Though the grease burns out of the torch, the fire passes on, and no one knows where it ends."
Foot amputation was a common punishment in ancient China.
Lao Tan is another name for Lao Tzu, author of the Tao Te Ching.
I think it is kind of odd to use a metaphor about cutting meat to illustrate the Tao.
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