Trying Not to Try : Ancient China, Modern Science, and the Power of Spontaneity
Trying Not to Try : Ancient China, Modern Science, and the Power of Spontaneity
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Author(s): Slingerland, Edward
ISBN No.: 9780770437633
Pages: 304
Year: 201503
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1 Skillful Butchers and Graceful Gentlemen The Concept of Wu-wei The story of butcher ding is perhaps the best-known and most vivid portrayal of wu-wei in the early Chinese tradition. The butcher has been called upon to play his part in a traditional religious ceremony involving the sacrifice of an ox, in a public space with the ruler and a large crowd looking on. This is a major religious event, and Butcher Ding is at center stage. The text is not specific, but we are probably witnessing a ceremony to consecrate a newly cast bronze bell. In this ritual, the still-smoking metal is brought fresh from the foundry and cooled with the blood of a sacrificial animal--a procedure that demands precise timing and perfectly smooth execution. Butcher Ding is up to the task, dismembering the massive animal with effortless grace: "At every touch of his hand, every bending of his shoulder, every step of his feet, every thrust of his knee--swish! swoosh! He guided his blade along with a whoosh, and all was in perfect tune: one moment as if he were joining in the Dance of the Mulberry Grove, another as if he were performing in the Jingshou Symphony." The Dance of the Mulberry Grove and the Jingshou Symphony were ancient, venerated art forms: Ding''s body and blade move in such perfect harmony that a seemingly mundane task is turned into an artistic performance. Lord Wenhui is amazed and is moved to exclaim, "Ah! How wonderful! Can skill really reach such heights?" Butcher Ding puts down his cleaver and replies, "What I, your humble servant, care about is the Way [Dao, ], which goes beyond mere skill.


" He then launches into an explanation of what it feels like to perform in such a state of perfect ease: When I first began cutting up oxen, all I could see was the ox itself. After three years, I no longer saw the ox as a whole. And now--now I meet it with my spirit and don''t look with my eyes. My senses and conscious awareness have shut down and my spiritual desires take me away. I follow the Heavenly pattern of the ox, thrusting into the big hollows, guiding the knife through the big openings, and adapting my motions to the fixed structure of the ox. In this way, I never touch the smallest ligament or tendon, much less a main joint. The result is that Butcher Ding is not so much cutting up the ox as releasing its constituent parts, letting the razor-sharp edge of his cleaver move through the spaces between the bones and ligaments without encountering the slightest resistance: A skilled butcher has to change his cleaver once a year, because he cuts; an ordinary butcher has to change his cleaver once a month, because he hacks. As for me, I have been using this particular cleaver for nineteen years now, and have cut up thousands of oxen with it, and yet its edge is still as sharp as when it first came off the whetstone.


Between the joints of the ox there is space, and the edge of the blade has no thickness; if you use that which has no thickness to pass through gaps where there is space, it''s no problem, there''s plenty of room to let your cleaver play. That''s why, after nineteen years, the edge of my blade looks like it just came from the whetstone. It is not all smooth sailing. Occasionally Butcher Ding''s effortless dance is interrupted when he senses trouble, at which point his conscious mind seems to reengage a bit, although he still remains completely relaxed and open to the situation confronting him: "Whenever I come to a knot, I see the difficulty ahead, become careful and alert, focus my vision, slow my movements, and move the blade with the greatest subtlety, so that the ox simply falls apart, like a clod of earth falling to the ground." Lord Wenhui clearly sees something in this account that goes far beyond simply cutting up oxen. "Wonderful!" he exclaims. "From the words of Butcher Ding I''ve learned how to live my life!" This remark signals to us that we should be taking the story of the ox as a metaphor: we are Butcher Ding''s blade, and the bones and ligaments of the ox are the barriers and obstacles that we face in life. Just as Butcher Ding''s blade remains razor-sharp because it never touches a bone or ligament--moving only through the gaps in between--so does the wu-wei person move only through the open spaces in life, avoiding the difficulties that damage one''s spirit and wear out one''s body.


This is a metaphor that has not lost any of its power. I, for one, can attest that, after forty-odd years of sometimes hard living, my own blade feels a bit nicked and dull. Another of my favorite portrayals of wu-wei also concerns an artisan. A woodcarver named Qing has received commissions to carve massive wooden stands for sets of bronze bells--precisely the sort of bells that were consecrated in Butcher Ding''s ritual sacrifice. Again, this is high-stakes public art, commissioned by the ruler himself, and involving the promise of a juicy monetary reward and official honors. As with Ding, Qing demonstrates almost supernatural skill: the bell stands that he produces are so exquisite that people think they must be the work of ghosts or spirits. Like Butcher Ding, he is praised by his ruler, who exclaims, "What technique allows you to produce something that beautiful?" Again, like Ding, the woodcarver demurs, denying that what he does is all that special. "I, your servant, am merely a humble artisan.


What technique could I possibly possess?" After being pressed a bit, though, he acknowledges that perhaps there is a secret to his success, having to do with how he prepares himself mentally to begin the work: "When I am getting ready to make a bell stand, the most important thing is not to exhaust my energy [qi], so first I fast in order to still my mind. After I have fasted for three days, concerns about congratulations or praise, titles or stipends no longer trouble my mind. After five days, thoughts of blame or acclaim, skill or clumsiness have also left my mind. Finally, after fasting for seven days, I am so completely still that I forget that I have four limbs and a body." The idea of carving a bell stand without a sense of one''s limbs or body might seem odd, but the point is that Qing has so focused his attention that all external considerations have fallen away. "There is no more ruler or court," he explains, "my skill is concentrated and all outside distractions disappear." He''s ready to get to work. Now I set off for the mountain forest to observe, one by one, the Heavenly nature of the trees.


If I come across a tree of perfect shape and form, then I am able to see the completed bell stand already in it: all I have to do is apply my hand to the job and it''s done. If a particular tree does not call to me, I simply move on. All that I am doing is allowing the Heavenly within me to match up with the Heavenly in the world--this is probably why people mistake my art for the work of the spirits! It''s striking how similar this story is to the lore surrounding a great public artist from an entirely different time and culture, Michelangelo. When questioned about his own apparently supernatural sculpting talents, he supposedly replied that, when given a commission, he simply waited until he found a piece of marble in which he could already see the sculpture. All he then had to do was cut away the stone that didn''t belong. Here, as with Woodcarver Qing, there is a sense that the materials themselves dictate the artistic process. The artist''s own contribution is portrayed as minimal, and the creative act is experienced as completely effortless. The stories of Butcher Ding and Woodcarver Qing both come from a book called the Zhuangzi, one of the two Daoist works that we will be looking at, and the richest hunting ground for wu-wei stories among Warring States texts.


Characterizations of wu-wei in the other of our early Daoist texts, the Laozi, take the form of concise, cryptic poems rather than stories--much of the book probably rhymed in the original Chinese pronunciation, which we can now only imprecisely reconstruct. A typically mysterious passage from the Laozi describing the "Way of Heaven" is clearly meant to provide a model for how a properly cultivated person should move through the world: The Way of Heaven Excels in overcoming, though it does not contend; In responding, though it does not speak; In spontaneously attracting, though it does not summon; In planning for the future, though it is always relaxed. The Net of Heaven covers all; Although its mesh is wide, nothing ever slips through. The "wide mesh" that nonetheless captures everything is reminiscent of the relaxed concentration of Butcher Ding or Woodcarver Qing: at ease and yet open, profoundly attuned to the environment. Unlike our Zhuangzian exemplars, however, who attain perfection only after long periods of training in particular skills, the Laozian sage attains wu-wei by not trying, by simply relaxing into some sort of preexisting harmony with nature: Do not go out the door, and so understand the whole world; Do not look out the window, and understand the Way of Heaven. The farther you go, the less you know. This is why the sage understands the world without going abroad, Achieves clarity without having to look, And attains success without trying. These sorts of passages, where wu-wei is an explicit focus, are quite common throughout the Zhuangzi and the Laozi, which is why the concept of wu-wei is typically associated with Daoism.


What is less widely appreciated, however, is that the sort of effortless ease and unselfconsciousness that characterizes these Daoist accounts also pla.


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