CHAPTER 41 – IF YOU DON’T LAUGH AT THE TAO, AT LEAST LAUGH AT YOURSELF

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Chapter 41 – If You Don’t Laugh at the Tao, at Least Laugh at Yourself

  When the highest type of men hear Tao,
They diligently practice it.
When the average type of men hear Tao,
They half believe in it.
When the lowest type of men hear Tao,
They laugh heartily at it.
If they did not laugh at it, it would not be Tao.
Therefore there is the established saying:
The Tao which is bright appears to be dark.
The Tao which goes forward appears to fall backward.
The Tao which is level appears uneven.
Great virtue appears like a valley (hollow).
Great purity appears like disgrace.
Far-reaching virtue appears as if insufficient.
Solid virtue appears as if unsteady.
True substance appears to be changeable.
The great square has no corners.
The great implement (or talent) is slow to finish (or mature).
Great music sounds faint.
Great form has no shape.
Tao is hidden and nameless.
Yet it is Tao alone that skillfully provides for all and brings them to perfection. 

Translation by Wing-Tsit Chan (1963)

A man’s dog had wandered away.  After the pooch had failed to return home for two days, the man decided he should place an ad in the newspaper.  After two more days he told his wife that the ad did not seem to be working.  “What did you say in the ad?” his wife asked.  He replied, “It just said, ‘Here, Boy!’”

If you didn’t laugh at that one, it is not the Tao – or so says Lao Tzu in this chapter.  YetKick Me we know that everything is of the Tao, and the Tao is in everything.  You know what that means, don’t you?  It means you need to read the previous paragraph once again, and try to laugh this time.  Go ahead; I’ll wait.

We are told in this chapter that when men hear Tao, the lowest type laugh at it, while the highest type of men diligently practice it.  I feel pretty certain that a part of the diligent practice is to go ahead and laugh with the lowest bunch – though the sage laughs at himself, and not at the concept or at others.  In the Taoist classics, the most obvious exemplar of this idea is probably Chuang Tzu.  I would like to share a few stories that have been attributed to him:

It was said that as Chuang Tzu was out fishing one day he was approached by two emissaries of the ruler.  They told him that his wisdom was held in great esteem at the royal court, so the prince had decided to appoint him prime minister.  In reply, Chuang Tzu said he had heard that at the palace there was a 3,000 year old turtle shell that had been sanctified, wrapped in silk, and placed on an altar as an object of veneration.  “Is it better,” he asked, “to be the object of that worship or to be a turtle here at the river dragging its tail through the mud?”  One of the emissaries replied that the turtle itself would most certainly rather live than die so that others might use its shell for ritual.  “Well then,” said Chuang Tzu, “tell the prince I will stay here and drag my tail through this mud.”

Ba-dum ching!

When Chuang Tzu was nearing the end of his life, his disciples began to plan an elaborate funeral, but he told them just to leave his body out in nature.  Then heaven and earth would be his coffin and the stars and planets would be always present as mourners.  His followers replied, “But we fear that crows and kites would then devour our Master’s body.”  “If you bury me,” said Chuang Tzu, “the body will be eaten by worms and ants. Why do you prefer the one over the other?”

Ba-dum ching!

Finally, consider Chuang Tzu’s explanation of a part of his teachings, as translated by Burton Watson:

 Now I am going to make a statement here. I don’t know if it fits into the category of other people’s statements or not. But whether it fits into their category or whether it doesn’t, it obviously fits into some category. So in that respect it is no different from their statements. However let me try making my statement.

 There is a beginning. There is a not yet beginning to be a beginning. There is a not yet beginning to be a not yet beginning to be a beginning. There is being. There is nonbeing. There is a not yet beginning to be nonbeing. Suddenly there is being and nonbeing. But between this being and nonbeing, I don’t really know which is being and which is nonbeing. Now I have just said something. But I don’t know whether what I have said has really said something or whether it hasn’t said something.

 Ok, so who’s on first?

To this point, we have talked about the highest type of men and the lowest type.  What about the average man who half believes when he hears Tao?  That would be the rest of us – and for us, I would suggest a simple exercise:

Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  We need to remember that much or we will never understand that other half of Tao.

We should also remember the advice of Ram Dass to be here now.  Then we can be somewhere else later, if necessary.

Ba-dum ching!

Before I go, do you know what they call an alligator wearing a vest?

That would be an investigator.

 

3 thoughts on “CHAPTER 41 – IF YOU DON’T LAUGH AT THE TAO, AT LEAST LAUGH AT YOURSELF”

  1. Hi Louis,
    And welcome back. Yes, I do remember the Alamo. As a matter of fact, I’m getting old enough now that I’m starting to remember the American Revolution.
    Ba-dum ching!
    After reading this chapter and your commentary I remembered the last time I had a direct encounter with the sage – facilitated through the auspices of a respectable dose of organic mescaline which I took in the late ‘60’s (pick a century) after due reflection upon Aldous Huxley’s Doors of Perception – and decided I would try to have another chat with Lao Tzu without the psychedelic boilermaker. It sort of worked!

    “So you’re still here,” I said. That cracked us both up. 
It’s really hard to get right to something when you’re hanging with the sage because of the whole absence of time and space thing. When you’ve got all the time in the world it lends a sort of leisurely, lazy ambience to the environs. Plus, you’re so engaged in such a great conversation that words constitute a comedown. But this time I’ve come with an agenda, so I reincorporate myself a bit and move from the perfect ease of tea shared into topic, a turtle dragging his tail through the mud. This delights us both and we chuckle about it.
“Okay,” I say, “I read Chapter 41and I think I got it figured out.” The moment I say it I realize what I’ve said, and we both crack up again. 
“Hey, should we really be doing this?” I ask. “I mean, you know – doesn’t laughing, especially here of all places, make us the lowest sort?” 
This really cracks us up, because ever since the words showed up we’re just a couple of turtles dragging our tails through the mud. We are the low sort. We’re cool with that. And as we laugh I figure, what the hell, we’re on a roll here, might as well go with it, so I jump right in.
“Okay. Here it is. So I’m this sort of dark guy, you know, which makes me bright, right? And God knows I always look like I’m as backward as it gets, which apparently means I’m really going forward, which is news to me. I mean, hell, even after I do finally decide to ask for directions when I’m lost I can’t follow them, what kind of ‘forward’ is that? 
“I mean, look at me, look at how everybody who knows stuff looks at me. I look like I’m  uneven, ragged; I look like I’m stuck in a hole, I’m disgraceful, insufficient, unsteady and changeable, just this big, dull, very unhip plodding square, last to the finish line, barely any music in me at all…” Finally I have to take a breath and by now we are both cracking up so hard it’s starting to hurt a little. This can’t go on much longer or we’ll… damn if I know what. But something. 
“So anyway, all this really means is I’m the opposite of all this! I’m level, virtuous, pure, substantial, hip, full of music, a great dancer, talented, this great tool…” By this time we’re laughing so hard we can’t see, and I can’t go on anymore, so I give it up. And the sage, recovering a bit, wipes the tears out of his eyes and, making this whuffle sound as he rubs his face with his hands, finally answers:
“Naah, Bob, it doesn’t mean that. All it means is that you’re…” he can hardly get it out, and we’re both laughing again because we both know what he’s going to say, and finally he gathers his legs up under himself and gives one last push through the mud, his tail dragging behind, and manages to say,
“All that means is… is… is… You’re an asshole!”
And then we were just a couple of belly-up turtles, floating on the surface of Tao pond under an endless blue sky, laughing our asses off.

    PS: But seriously, folks… Feel free to delete this from existential consciousness as “useless chatter,” which is seriously frowned upon by serious people who are sincerely serious about the Way. Me and the sage, we’re cool with that. [Note: The following is directed to Bob’s wife, Lenore, who may or may not actually read it. -ed.]And thank you, Honey, for laughing at how seriously silly I can be, and knowing me well enough to know that the only target in my world is me, and for loving me anyway.

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    1. Sometimes I wonder if you are taking life too seriously. Wait … there’s a voice in my head … the sage is telling me that you are not.

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