The flames of anger are fed by a man’s ideas and opinions. Once these are eliminated, he’s fine. Birds will perch on his forefinger looking for treats.
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Notes on the art of being human
The art of being human is not to strive, not to make an effort. “Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin.”
One instruction exceeds in importance all the others: Be quiet. Do not try to be quiet. Just be quiet.
Taoism gives us wu wei, action-less activity. We watch a high-circling bird and wonder what it’s doing. Maybe it’s not doing anything. Maybe it’s just flying.