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Chapter 17 of 33
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When the autumn rains came on schedule, all the hundred rivers poured into the Yellow River. The current was so vast that between the two banks and the islets, one could not distinguish an ox from a horse. Thereupon the River God was delighted with himself, believing that all the beauty in the world was gathered here. He followed the current eastward, reaching the North Sea, and looking eastward, he could not see the end of the waters. Only then did the River God change his complacent expression, gazing at the sea and sighing to the God of the North Sea, Ruo: "As the saying goes: 'Having heard many truths, one thinks no one compares to oneself.' That describes me. Moreover, I had heard people belittle Confucius's knowledge and scorn Boyi's righteousness, but at first I did not believe it. Now that I see your boundless expanse, if I had not come to your gate, I would have been in danger—I would forever be ridiculed by those who understand the Way."
The God of the North Sea said: "A frog in a well cannot be talked to about the sea, because it is confined by space; a summer insect cannot be talked to about ice and snow, because it is limited by the season; a narrow-minded person cannot be talked to about the Way (the fundamental principle of all things in the universe), because he is bound by his upbringing. Now that you have come out from between the banks and seen the sea, you know your own shallowness, and only then can you be spoken to about great principles. Of all the waters under heaven, none is greater than the sea: ten thousand rivers flow into it, never stopping, yet it never overflows; the tail-outlet drains it, never ceasing, yet it never runs dry; through the changes of spring and autumn, it remains unchanged; through floods and droughts, it is utterly unaware. Its volume exceeds that of the rivers, beyond measure. Yet I have never taken pride in this, because I know that I received my form from heaven and earth, and my breath from yin and yang. Between heaven and earth, I am like a small stone or a small tree on a great mountain. With a heart that is aware of its own smallness, how could I be complacent! Consider, the four seas between heaven and earth—are they not like an ant hole in a great marsh? The Central Plains within the four seas—are they not like a grain of rice in a great granary? People often use the term 'myriad things' to count the number of things, and man is but one of them; people gather in the nine provinces, living on grain, traveling by boats and carts, and each person is but one among the multitudes. Compared to all things, is a person not like the tip of a single hair on a horse? What the Five Emperors passed down, what the Three Kings contended for, what the benevolent worried about, what the worthy toiled over—these are merely such tips of hair. Boyi won fame by yielding, Confucius became learned by discoursing. Is this complacency not like your own complacency about the water just now?"
The River God said: "Then may I regard heaven and earth as great and the tip of a hair as small?"
The God of the North Sea said: "No. When it comes to things, measurement has no end, time has no stop, the boundaries of gain and loss are not fixed, and beginning and end have no constant rule. Therefore a person of great wisdom observes near and far, not finding the small too little or the great too much: this is because he knows measurement is inexhaustible. He tests past and present, so he does not feel oppressed by the distant past or strive after what is near at hand: this is because he knows time has no end. He perceives the truth of fullness and emptiness, so he does not rejoice in gain or grieve in loss: this is because he knows gain and loss have no fixed pattern. He understands that life is like an open road, so he does not take special delight in living, nor does he regard death as a calamity: this is because he knows beginning and end have no unchanging state. Reckon what a person knows—it is far less than what he does not know; the time he has lived is far less than the time before he was born; using an extremely finite life to explore an infinite domain, one ends up confused and unable to find oneself. From this perspective, how can one know that the tip of a hair can be determined as the smallest limit? How can one know that heaven and earth suffice to exhaust the greatest range?"
The River God said: "The debaters of the world all say: 'The most subtle things have no form, and the greatest things cannot be encompassed.' Is this truly believable?"
The God of the North Sea said: "From the perspective of the small looking at the great, one cannot see everything; from the perspective of the great looking at the small, one cannot see clearly. 'Jing' (subtlety) is the infinitesimal within the small; 'Fu' (enclosure) is the vast within the great: so each has its own utility. This is the result of circumstance. Subtlety and coarseness are directed at things that have form; what has no form cannot be divided by numbers; what cannot be encompassed cannot be exhausted by numbers. What can be discussed in words is the coarse level of things; what can be perceived by the mind is the subtle level of things; what words cannot discuss and the mind cannot perceive falls outside the scope of subtlety and coarseness. Therefore the conduct of one who has attained the Way: he does not do harm to others, yet does not deliberately boast of benevolence and kindness; his actions are not for profit, yet he does not despise gatekeepers and servants; he does not contend for wealth, yet does not deliberately exalt yielding; he does not rely on others in his deeds, yet does not boast of self-reliance, nor does he despise the covetous; his conduct differs from the vulgar, yet he does not flaunt eccentricity; his demeanor follows the crowd, yet he does not despise the glib and flattering; the ranks and emoluments of the world are insufficient to stir him, and punishments and disgrace are insufficient to shame him; he knows that right and wrong have no absolute boundary, and great and small have no fixed standard. It is said: 'One who has the Way does not seek fame, the highest virtue does not seek gain, and one who has attained the Way forgets the self.' This is to reduce distinctions to the utmost."
The River God said: "Outside the myriad things, inside the myriad things, from where does one determine honor and lowliness? From where does one determine great and small?"
The God of the North Sea said: "From the perspective of the Way, things have no honor or lowliness; from the perspective of things themselves, each regards itself as noble and despises others; from the perspective of the worldly, honor and lowliness are not determined by oneself. From the perspective of difference, taking a thing's great aspect and calling it great, then nothing is not great; taking a thing's small aspect and calling it small, then nothing is not small. Know that heaven and earth can be as small as a grain of rice, and the tip of a hair can be as great as a hill, and the principle of difference is seen clearly. From the perspective of function, taking what a thing has and affirming its existence, then nothing is without it; taking what a thing lacks and affirming its nonexistence, then nothing is not without it. Know that east and west are opposite yet cannot be lacking each other, and the boundary of function is established. From the perspective of inclination, taking what is right about a thing and affirming it, then nothing is not right; taking what is wrong about a thing and denying it, then nothing is not wrong. Know that Yao and Jie each considered themselves right and denied the other, and the disparity of inclinations is seen clearly. In ancient times, Yao and Shun became emperors through abdication, while King Kuai of Yan and Zi Zhi perished through abdication; Shang Tang and King Wu of Zhou became kings through conquest, while Duke Bai Sheng was ruined through warfare. From this perspective, the rules of strife and abdication, and the deeds of Yao and Jie, vary with the times and cannot be taken as fixed standards. A beam can ram a city gate, but cannot stop up a small hole—this is a difference in function; a fine horse can run a thousand li in a day, but in catching rats it is inferior to a wildcat or a weasel—this is a difference in skill; an owl can catch fleas at night, perceiving the finest detail, but in broad daylight with wide-open eyes it cannot see a hill—this is a difference in nature. Therefore I say: how can one take 'right' as one's teacher and deny 'wrong,' or take 'order' as one's teacher and deny 'chaos'? This is to be ignorant of the principle of heaven and earth and the nature of the myriad things. It is like only emulating heaven while discarding earth, or only emulating yin while discarding yang—clearly unworkable. If one still chatters on about it, is one not either foolish or deceitful! The abdications of emperors each had their differences, and the successions of the Three Dynasties each had their divergences. Those who miss the times and defy custom are called usurpers; those who suit the times and conform to custom are called righteous men. Be still, River God! How do you know the gates of honor and lowliness, or the boundaries of great and small!"
The River God said: "Then what should I do? What should I not do? As for yielding, accepting, taking, and giving up, what am I to do after all?"
The God of the North Sea said: "From the perspective of the Way, what is honorable and what is lowly—one may say honor and lowliness transform cyclically; do not constrain your mind, or you will conflict with the Great Way. What is much and what is little—one may say much and little are alternately given; do not cling to one end in your actions, or you will deviate from the Great Way. Be solemn like a sovereign, without private grace; be composed like the god of the soil at sacrifice, without private blessing; be expansive like the four directions, boundless, with no borders or boundaries. Embrace all things—who receives special protection? This is to be without partiality. All things are one—who is short, who is long? The Way has no end or beginning; things have life and death, not relying on any temporary attainment. Sometimes empty, sometimes full, without fixed form. Years cannot be retained, time cannot be stopped. Waning and waxing, fullness and emptiness, ending and then beginning anew. This is the direction of the Great Way, the principle of all things. The growth of all things is like a galloping horse—no movement is not a change, no moment is not a transition. What to do? What not to do? Things will naturally transform on their own."
The River God said: "Then what is valuable about the Way?"
The God of the North Sea said: "One who knows the Way is certain to understand principle; one who understands principle is certain to understand expediency; one who understands expediency will not let external things harm himself. A person of utmost virtue—fire cannot burn him, water cannot drown him, cold and heat cannot harm him, birds and beasts cannot injure him. This is not to say he goes against them, but that he can discern safety and danger, find peace in fortune and misfortune, and be cautious in taking and giving, so nothing can harm him. Therefore it is said: 'The natural lies within; the human lies without; virtue lies in according with the natural.' One who knows the relation of heaven and man, taking heaven as the root, dwelling in his proper place, advancing or retreating, bending or stretching, returns to the root and speaks of the utmost."
The River God asked: "What is called 'heaven'? What is called 'man'?" The God of the North Sea said: "An ox or a horse having four legs—that is heaven; putting a halter on a horse and a nose-ring through an ox—that is man. Therefore it is said: 'Do not let the human extinguish the natural, do not let artifice destroy destiny, do not sacrifice fame for gain through greed. Guard it carefully without loss—this is called returning to the true self.'"
The one-footed beast Kui envied the centipede, the centipede envied the snake, the snake envied the wind, the wind envied the eye, and the eye envied the mind.
Kui said to the centipede: "I hop along on one foot, and there is none more awkward than me. Now with all those legs you use, how do you manage it?"
The centipede said: "It is not like that. Have you not seen someone sneeze? What is sprayed out—the large, like pearls; the small, like mist—falls down in a mix countless in number. Now I only activate my natural mechanism, but I do not know why it is so."
The centipede said to the snake: "I walk with all these legs, yet I am not as fast as you who have no legs. Why is that?"
The snake said: "How can the operation of the natural mechanism be altered? What need do I have for legs!"
The snake said to the wind: "I move through the motion of my spine and ribs, which still leaves a trace. Now you whoosh forth from the North Sea, whoosh into the South Sea, as if you were nothing at all. How is this?"
The wind said: "Yes, I whirl from the North Sea to the South Sea, but if a person points at me, they can overcome me; if they trample me underfoot, they can also overcome me. Yet snapping great trees and toppling great houses—only I can do that." So, ignoring many small defeats to pursue a great victory—this great victory, only the sage can achieve it.
Confucius traveled to Kuang, where the people of Song surrounded him, yet he played the zither and sang without stopping.
Zilu entered and said: "Master, why are you still so joyful?"
Confucius said: "Come, I will tell you. I have long been wary of adversity, yet I still cannot escape it—this is destiny; I have long sought success, yet I still cannot attain it—this is the times. In the age of Yao and Shun, there were no destitute people in the world, not because their wisdom was superior; in the age of Jie and Zhou, there were no successful people in the world, not because their wisdom was inferior: it was shaped by the times. Walking on water without avoiding dragons and serpents is the courage of a fisherman; walking on land without avoiding rhinos and tigers is the courage of a hunter; with blades before his face, seeing death as a return, is the courage of a warrior; knowing that adversity is appointed by destiny and that success is limited by timing, facing great danger without fear—this is the courage of a sage. Zhongyou, be at peace! My destiny has a master!"
Not long after, the commanding officer entered and apologized, saying: "We thought you were Yang Hu, so we surrounded you; now we know you are not, and we beg leave to withdraw."
Gongsun Long asked Wei Mou: "In my youth, I studied the ways of the former kings; when I grew up, I understood the conduct of benevolence and righteousness; I could unite the same and the different, and separate hard from white; I could make the wrong right and the impossible possible; I baffled the wise scholars of all schools and silenced the arguments of the multitudes: I thought I had reached the highest state. Now that I hear Zhuangzi's words, I am dazed with wonder. I do not know whether my argumentation cannot match his, or whether my wisdom is inferior to his. Now I cannot even open my mouth. May I ask the reason?"
Prince Mou leaned on his armrest, sighed deeply, and laughed at the sky, saying: "Haven't you heard the story of the frog in the shallow well? It said to the great turtle of the Eastern Sea: 'How happy I am! I leap out onto the well's rim, and return to rest at the broken wall. Jumping into the water, it holds me up under my armpits and cheeks; stepping into the mud, it buries my feet to the ankles. Looking back at the worms, crabs, and tadpoles in the water—none compare to me. Moreover, possessing alone a pit of water and enjoying the joy of a single well—this is the greatest joy of all. Why doesn't Master come and visit from time to time?' The great turtle of the Eastern Sea had not yet inserted its left foot before its right knee was already stuck. It hesitated, then withdrew, and told the frog about the sea, saying: 'A distance of a thousand li is not enough to describe its vastness; a height of a thousand ren is not enough to exhaust its depth. In the age of Yu, there were nine years of flooding in ten, and the sea did not thereby increase; in the age of Tang, there were seven years of drought in eight, and the coastline did not thereby recede. It does not change with the shortness or length of time, nor does it advance or retreat with the amount of rain—this is also the great joy of the Eastern Sea.' The frog in the shallow well, hearing this explanation, was bewildered and at a loss.
Moreover, if a person's wisdom cannot even clarify the boundary between right and wrong, and they want to understand Zhuangzi's words, this is like asking a mosquito to carry a mountain, or a horseshoe worm to cross the Yellow River—surely impossible. And if his wisdom is insufficient to grasp the extremely subtle doctrine, yet he is content with momentary small gains—is this not the frog in the shallow well? Furthermore, Zhuangzi's thought: it can descend into the Yellow Springs below and ascend to the heavens above; it does not distinguish north from south, leads in all four directions, entering an immeasurable realm; it does not distinguish east from west, starts from the depths of mystery, and returns to the Great Way that pervades all. Now you are stuck in fussy observation and analysis—this is like looking at the sky through a bamboo tube, or measuring the earth with an awl. Is it not too petty! Go away! Have you not heard of the story of the young man from Shouling who went to Handan to learn to walk? He did not master the walking of Zhao, but instead forgot his original gait, and had to crawl home in disgrace. Now if you do not leave, you will forget your original learning and lose your own profession." Gongsun Long's mouth hung open and could not close, his tongue stuck up and would not come down, so he fled.
Zhuangzi was fishing by the Pu River. The King of Chu sent two high officials to convey his regards, saying: "He wishes to entrust the affairs of state to you—it is a burden on your labors!" Zhuangzi held his fishing rod and, without turning his head, said: "I have heard that in Chu there is a sacred turtle, dead now for three thousand years. The King of Chu wrapped it in silk, placed it in a bamboo box, and treasured it in the ancestral temple. This turtle—would it rather die and leave its bones to receive such honor, or rather live, dragging its tail through the mud?" The two officials said: "Far rather live, dragging its tail through the mud." Zhuangzi said: "Go back! I shall instead drag my tail through the mud."
Hui Zi was prime minister of Liang, and Zhuangzi went to visit him. Someone said to Hui Zi: "Zhuangzi has come; he wants to replace you as prime minister." So Hui Zi took fright and searched the state for three days and three nights. Zhuangzi went to see him, saying: "In the south there is a bird, named Yuanchu, do you know it? The Yuanchu sets out from the South Sea to fly to the North Sea; it does not rest except on the parasol tree, does not eat except the fruit of the bamboo, does not drink except from the sweetest spring. At that time, an owl grabbed a rotten rat, and as the Yuanchu passed overhead, the owl looked up at it, and hissed: 'Shoo!' Now, do you want to intimidate me with your Liang state?"
Zhuangzi and Huizi were strolling on the bridge over the Hao River. Zhuangzi said, "The minnows swim out so freely and at ease—this is the joy of fish." Huizi said, "You are not a fish—how do you know the joy of fish?" Zhuangzi said, "You are not I—how do you know that I do not know the joy of fish?" Huizi said, "I am not you, so indeed I do not know you; but you are certainly not a fish, so you do not know the joy of fish—that is beyond all doubt!" Zhuangzi said, "Let us go back to the beginning of our exchange. You asked me 'How do you know the joy of fish?'—by asking this, you already knew that I know the joy of fish, and that is why you asked me. I knew it right here on the bridge over the Hao River."
"Autumn Floods" is the chapter with the highest density of thought among the outer chapters of the Zhuangzi, and its central principles can be grasped on three levels.
First level: The transcendence of perspective. The Earl of the Yellow River felt ashamed when he saw the vast sea, but Ruo of the North Sea told him: compared to heaven and earth, the sea is no more than a small stone or a little tree against a great mountain. This shows that any "greatness" is relative; the truly wise person does not rest in complacency at any scale. The key lies not in finding a larger frame of reference, but in realizing that frames of reference can themselves be extended infinitely—therefore clinging to distinctions of "great" and "small" leads nowhere.
Second level: The dissolution of value judgments. From the perspective of the Dao (the fundamental principle of all things under heaven—that is, Nature itself), all things have no distinction between noble and base. Nobility and baseness, greatness and smallness, right and wrong, order and chaos—all arise from particular standpoints, circumstances, and scales. "A great beam can breach a city wall but cannot stop up a hole," and "a fine steed cannot catch rats as well as a wildcat"—the usefulness of any instrument depends on the specific situation; there is no absolute hierarchy of value.
Third level: The boundary between Heaven and the human. "Oxen and horses have four legs—this is called Heaven; haltering a horse's head and piercing an ox's nose—this is called the human." Heaven (the natural, the innate) is the original state of all things; the human (the artificial, the fabricated) is what is externally imposed. Zhuangzi does not oppose all human activity, but warns: "Do not let the human extinguish Heaven"—do not let artificial norms destroy natural nature. "Returning to the genuine" means returning to the authentic state of life itself.
This chapter has an almost "dimensional-collapse" clarifying effect on contemporary life.
In an age that pursues "bigger and stronger," "personal branding," and "comparison anxiety," Ruo of the North Sea's question strikes at the heart: On what scale are you feeling self-satisfied? Promotions, salary increases, follower counts, property size—place these achievements in a larger coordinate system, and which one can withstand the scrutiny of "the four seas are to heaven and earth as an ant-hole is to a great marsh"? This is not nihilism, but a kind of "looking back at life from a cosmic scale" relaxation: since all "greatness" is relative, then this moment's anxiety is likewise relative. 🍃
The concept of "viewing things from the Dao, nothing is noble or base" also provides intellectual resources for how we approach value pluralism. Today, people often negate one another because of differing standpoints, but if one understands that every judgment arises from a particular "perspective"—just as an owl can catch fleas at night but cannot see a hill in broad daylight—perhaps one gains a bit more tolerance for dissenting views.
"Don't let the human extinguish Heaven" is an even deeper reflection on the modern way of life. All the excessive discipline, performance metrics, schedule management, and self-optimization—are these not a form of "haltering the horse's head and piercing the ox's nose"? When a person fills life with artificial goals and standards, the natural rhythm of life is destroyed. Zhuangzi's "return to the genuine" invites us to discern again: which is my Heaven (what is innate), and which is externally imposed human (what is fabricated)? 🌱
The most applicable insight from this chapter is moving from "self-congratulation" to "self-transformation."
Beware of being a "frog at the bottom of a well" at any level. Before the Earl of the Yellow River saw the sea, he "delighted in himself happily"; the well-frog delights in his "single gully of water." The problem is not in how much one possesses, but in whether one mistakes what one presently has for the totality of everything. When you find yourself "feeling quite impressive" in some domain, some circle, some information cocoon, Ruo's reminder should sound: you just haven't yet reached the "North Sea." 🐸➡️🌊
Cultivate the posture of "viewing from the Dao." When things arise, step back and ask: am I seeing this from the perspective of the "Dao," or from the perspective of "me"? From "me," gains and losses, honor and disgrace, nobility and baseness are as heavy as Mount Tai; from the "Dao," they are nothing more than a hair's tip against a horse's body. This switching is not escape, but a kind of spiritual "deep breath." 🌙
Be like the "wind"—do not fight for small victories, but pursue the great victory. The wind can be blocked by a finger and stepped on by a foot, yet it can break great trees and overturn great houses. In daily life, there is no need to win every small contest; hold firm to the greater direction and rhythm, and let the small wins and losses pass naturally.
Confucius's "courage of the sage": to be at peace with fate, to accord with circumstance, and not to be shaken from inner composure by external entrapment. Continuing to sing and play music without cease is not numbness, but a profound clarity—knowing what one can do and what one cannot control. ⚡
"Autumn Floods" contains an easily overlooked deep structure: the boundary between language and reality.
Ruo of the North Sea says: "What can be spoken of is the coarse aspect of things; what can be reached by the mind is the subtle aspect of things; what words cannot discuss and what the mind cannot attain—that does not fall within the categories of coarse or subtle." This means that reality has three layers: what language can describe (the coarse), what the mind can perceive (the subtle), and what neither can touch (the Dao). Western analytic philosophy and phenomenology have devoted vast amounts of work to similar questions, yet Zhuangzi drew the boundary line in three sentences.
Another profound philosophical proposition is the paradox of "knowing." "To reckon what a person knows is not equal to what he does not know; the time of his life is not equal to the time before he was born." For a person to exhaust infinite knowledge with a finite life is itself a form of "deluded confusion." This inevitably recalls Socrates' "I know only that I know nothing"—but it goes further than Socrates in a crucial way: Zhuangzi does not treat "not-knowing" as an endpoint, but as the gateway to the Dao. Only by acknowledging the boundary of knowledge can one be liberated from the anxiety of "knowing."
The "bridge debate" at the end of the chapter is a classic problem at the intersection of epistemology and aesthetics: in what sense is Zhuangzi's "I knew it on the Hao bridge" a kind of "knowing"? It is not the knowing of logical proof, nor the knowing of empirical observation, but a kind of epistemic aesthetic intuition—in a specific situation, subject and object become one (the self and things are forgotten), and the fish's joy and the person's joy are inseparable. The legitimacy of this kind of "knowing" lies precisely in its transcendence of all the preceding analytical cognition. 🤔
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