Less Theory, More Practice: applying the Tao Te Ching to a modern life

Part 1: Mortality

When I was a small child, I was wildly imaginative (were you the same way?). I would draw, play with toys, or simply project my imaginings onto the sky while gazing up at clouds, or into the cityscapes visible through car windows as my mom or dad drove me and my brother around town.

Because I was raised by and around kind people who understood the needs of children, I don’t recall anybody ever interjecting “that’s not real!” as a way of rudely shattering the fantasy. I was free to indulge my imagination in its various aspects, knowingly moving away from passive observation of reality and toward willful embellishments.

Now, I’m no psychologist, but I think kids can easily return to objective reality when their reality feels safe. I wasn’t running away, but simply at play. Having fun. My mind might have been a hard act to follow, but my “real life” was filled with gentle people who loved and encouraged me. And, I would be remiss if I didn’t at least acknowledge my undying gratitude for that now.

It’s when reality becomes unstomachable, however, that fantasy slowly becomes a surrogate. A step parent. A delusion. Permanent, or at least the subject of an attempt at permanence.

But delusion is more widespread than anyone would like to think, touching almost all of us in some way.

How can I say that?

Because I can say that there are major aspects of reality that people have not come to accept, are not even on their way to accepting, and maintain their distance from them with the daily use of fantasy.

I’m talking of course about the reality of death. The impermanence of all life, and the utter insignificance of individuals and even entire species of living things against the backdrop of mountains and oceans, to say nothing of the birth and death of entire stars, planets, and moons.

The easy thing to do, what I imagine most of us do in some way, is meet all that with hand waiving – how can I possibly wrap my mind around all that? Why should I concern myself with it? It just makes me depressed (alternatively, with dissociative awe).

Well, is it any different to ask why a powerless child should face the reality that his or her parents hate each other and probably won’t be married much longer?

We can look at all kinds of ugly or disempowering realities and recognize that individuals fare best when they face facts, and take back their lives from the paralysis so easily induced by what is often called fate.

A compassionate and caring person can easily recognize that it may take years for a person in a tough spot to gather the strength, maturity, and will to make sense of their life, but that something critical has been missed if this work is never undertaken.

And so, the right thing to do, I hope you can agree, is to apply the same reasoning to the facts of life and death themselves. But, not in a grand sense: it must be completely personal, completely intimate. My one short life, my ultimate insignificance, my inevitable death.

Even typing these words now is difficult!

Even sitting here on a sunny afternoon idly typing my thoughts into a doc, I shudder at the thought and look for a way out – a way out of even saying it with my thumbs to the screen of a phone!

When he saw the body of his slain companion, Gilgamesh the great King of Uruk said, unforgettably,

Must I be like that? Must I die, too?

Yes. Yes.

And once this reality has been accepted (a subject far too big for not just a weekly newsletter but for a writer of my meager stature), a degree of make believe comes, at last, to an end.

The same way I no longer imagine Wolverine leaping out from behind a copymat as my mom drives me past it on the way home from school, I can no longer imagine, I can feel the illusions melting away as I reconcile myself to reality.

Rather than be caught between passive observation and active hallucination, observation goads to action.

What sorts of behaviors come to and, and what take their place, as reality takes the place of fantasy?

We are now ready to read chapter 7 of the Tao Te Ching, now ready to consider the answer offered by an ancient Chinese sage named Lao Tzu. I’m confident you will soon see why.

Part 2: Eternal Creation, Ephemeral Creatures

SEVEN

Heaven and earth last forever.
Why do heaven and earth last forever?
They are unborn,
So ever living.
The sage stays behind, thus he is ahead.
He is detached, thus at one with all.
Through selfless action, he attains fulfillment.

We could begin by breaking up the short chapter in 2 ideas: the first 4 lines indirectly remind us of our mortality, the second 3 lines tell us how a wise person would make use of this information.

Regarding the first 3 lines, there is more to say than you might think. By all means, stop to contemplate the natural world, the world beyond human sociopolitical affairs, and be moved to awe. Let it inspire you, relax you, and restore you. The world is vast and beautiful – don’t miss out on even brief and frequent moments of observation: it’s downright good for you.

But I would be participating in something quite dishonest to leave it at that – if I was to simply join the bandwagon of nature worship.

To experience nature as a kind of companion – wise, gentle, and transcending – is the greatest luxury and privilege imaginable. A luxury afforded to you and me solely by the achievements and industry of humankind.

Nature is not “calm,” “peaceful,” and “rejuvenating” to human populations without ways of dealing with food, shelter, disease, injury, and waste management, just to name a few things.

Only when we have something called civilization does nature become, by contrast, quieter, more meaningful, and somehow instructive.

If nature is static, fixed, and humanity is what changes, our perspective on nature is a necessary consequence of where we’re at with ourselves at this moment – at this phase in our evolution.

My point is simply this: we, through a combination of time, discovery, striving, ingenuity, dumb luck, perseverance, imagination, optimism, and obsession, have raised ourselves up to a point where nature is no longer an enemy but a friend, a teacher, a resource, and a reminder of what matters.

With that last paragraph in mind, do not denigrate yourself and humanity as a whole when you admire nature: your capacity for admiration is, for precisely the reasons I just explained, evidence of something legitimately admirable on your part.

What you should feel, rather than inferiority, is simply distinction. Difference. Contrast.

Let me now list many of the differences that will inevitably sound denigrating but are simply truths, truths that are inescapable when comparing ourselves to nature.

Nature is eternal, while you are ephemeral. Nature is overpowering and irresistible while you are weak and inconsequential. Nature is hard and unfeeling while you are soft and sensitive. Nature is steadfast while you are capricious and whimsical.

But do not stop there: nature is seemingly blind and automatic while you gaze in contemplation and weigh your options. Nature is ruthless while you have mercy, feel pity, and offer second chances. Nature consumes the weak while you cherish and preserve what would be obliterated without your interventions. Nature simply is, while you yearn for what you might become. Nature merely reproduces, while you fall in love. Nature kills, and so do you, but you alone bury and grieve and remember the dead. You may even call nature a god, but you alone seek and worship your god.

In many ways, you are nothing like the world. And by allowing yourself to perceive these differences without feelings of self recrimination, you can grow wise.

And this plays into what I want to say about the second half – what to do with a life that is by definition doomed to death.

Can I be a bit obvious, maybe even didactic? May I even risk being redundant? The point of comparison is to highlight differences. And, why highlight differences? One reason would be to better understand your own situation and needs. To make better sense of your life by understanding what you are and what you’re not.

Part 3: A Sage Does Not Compete

What does the sage do differently from the rest of us, as a direct result of better understanding both nature and himself? We are told that

The sage stays behind, thus he is ahead.

What do you do when you realize you’re not running a race? You slow down. And why can it be said that life isn’t a race? Because it is a farce to compete with people who are about to be annihilated, only moments before or after your own annihilation.

The sage is ahead of those still running, because he has finished the race, or rather is finished with racing.

Now, a word about competitive activities. As long as they have meaning to you, continue them. Their meaning may evolve for you, also. You may be in a place where dullness and indolence have to be burned up in some passionate striving. You may have to prove yourself, to cultivate yourself, to become capable of the rigor necessary to best your betters. So be it. There is great beauty and dignity in contests of skill, in discipline and sacrifice, and even in the yearning for glory and the hatred of one’s opponents. There is of course great ugliness in it, too. But both are united by greatness.

But a sage is something more than a great man or woman. You cannot become great without a persistent drive to do so. You have to want it, even to need it.

A sage does not need it.

A sage may do great things, but the attention is always on the quality of the work, the care and thoroughness of the work. The attention is never on the fame, glory, or leverage that could be obtained by doing great things.

A sage is ahead of others because he is not in competition with anyone. This is not fluff: there is so much more that can be done when you don’t need credit, when you don’t even need to be seen doing it. Like someone who paints over graffiti while everyone else is asleep or quietly supports others to help them achieve their own goals, there is an entire world of accomplishment and virtue that opens up the moment you drop the requirement of putting everything on a scoreboard.

Someone without the need to compete and win can do thankless but necessary work without tiring, since the will to continue is not supplied in the form of recognition or encouragement.

For example, when I renewed my commitment to reading books, I began by setting a goal of X pages per day, to make sure I finished each book within 7-10 days. I quickly realized this was arbitrary, impossible, and meaningless.

The point was to understand the ideas in the books as completely as possible, not to finish as many books as possible. I wasn’t reading to read, I was reading to become more knowledgeable and cultivated. To deepen my thinking and understanding of the world. This was not about chasing the dopamine of task completion, but the slow burn of maturation.

At some point I slowed down to clarify my motives: what mattered was that I established and maintained a reading habit, not that I crossed some random finish line by a certain date.

It also didn’t matter if I pulled ahead of some other randomly selected person, either.

Truth be told, I don’t want to become the most knowledgeable person about any subject, because I would be nothing but disappointed to receive confirmation that there was truly nothing left to do or learn: “the barrenness of the fertile thing that can achieve no more.”

I would hate to be trapped in a world so petty and small that it could be conquered by me.

Now I eat information until I’m full, so to speak, and then I rest my brain. I take it in. I let the revelations soak into the soil and grow the garden of my mind. I let the same waters of knowledge erode the sand castles of imagination and whimsy. It feels contemplative and earnest, not shallow and forceful.

By settling into a natural place, I have nothing to keep up with, no whip at my back, only curiosity backed by commitment. This is sustainable, sane, and kind.

Part 4: A Sage Is Not An Addict

He is detached, thus at one with all.

Words like “detached,” or the term “non-attachment” can be quite tricky to interpret correctly. The temptation to make a bit of a straw man and say, for example, “oh, so we shouldn’t care about other people, have relationships, or feel sympathy and empathy and compassion,” or some version of this, is understandable. It’s understandable because it’s easy to look at things in a binary way: caring or uncaring.

And, that’s the first problem: conflating non-attachment with being uncaring. In reality, the unattached person is the most sincerely caring person you could ever encounter or, hopefully, become.

Why?

Let’s answer this by explaining what we mean by “attached” in this context. Side note, if you’re up on attachment theory and relationship psychology more broadly: unattached, non-attachment etc refers to something closer to “secure attachment style,” not “avoidant attachment.”

Attachment is an insecure clinging. An unhealthy preoccupation. An addiction. Yes, ultimately what I mean when I say “attached” is that a person is addicted to other people.

A sage is not an addict, but “one with all.” He is one with all precisely because he is not addicted to any.

To understand this short sentence, then, is to understand addiction broadly: when someone cannot function without the presence of something else, something that they do not truly need but upon which they have nonetheless become dependent. Addictions are things we would be better off without. Stronger and healthier and saner without. They are not legitimate needs, but closer to a symbiotic parasite: they do something for us, yes, but at a cost only a fool would knowingly pay.

The key word is “knowingly.” All addictions hide behind not only the benefits they procure but their mind numbing and deluding effects as well. Once a path has been walked with the help of the crutch or the cane of an addictive substance, the craving for it now arises in tandem with difficulties. All paths become unthinkably difficult without the crutch of this companion. In time, people forget what it feels like to stand tall on their own.

People can be addicted to other people, too: unable to stand upright without the supply of their approval, their values, their layers of identity in the form of ethnicity, culture, religion, politics, class, education, and profession.

In a very real way, people turn down the frightening journey of discovering their true selves for the comfort of a well defined place in the crowd, no matter how much they tell themselves they’re different, no matter how far to the margin of whatever completely mainstream group they find themselves.

I should clarify something: of course we are social creatures and live in groups. Of course it is perfectly natural that the group would convey culture to the individual on every level.

This is, undeniably, normal, natural, and healthy. But the group is simply an aggregate of individuals.

No matter how many questions of how to live life appear to be answered for you by society, you still have to act out these values all by yourself from one moment to the next, from one decision to the next.

In other words, yes the supply of “group think” is everywhere, but until you reduce your own demand for it, you are attached to it. Unduly supported it. Addicted to it. And as long as this is the case, there will be much within you that is both weak and unprocessed. And beyond that, it will be almost invisible to you.

This is something I have experience with: the need to labor toward self discovery.

I had to sort out for myself the difference between what I wanted and what I thought “they” would approve of.

Did I actually dislike somebody or was I merely uncomfortable or insecure around them?

Was there something in them I found intolerable, or did I see the very thing that I harbored within myself that I dare not reveal?

Was my rejection of others no different from driving out of the village scapegoat in ancient times, the killing of a sacrificial victim made to stand in for the sins of the collective?

Did I want to be close to others, or did I just want to relieve the discomfort of loneliness?

Was I there to give, or to get?

In this last question, the addictive nature should be seen clearly. In all of these little aphorisms, what is shown in selfishness, consumerism, self gratification. Attachment. There is no real interest in other people here at all.

To become a sage, at least to become more sage like than before, means to become interested in others the way someone is interested in a garden from which they cannot eat.

A sage stands tall in his or her individuality, not as an act of rebellion against the group, but as someone who has developed completely.

If I know who I am, and I’m not taking my cues from others, then the diversity of perspectives and temperaments out there is not confusing or maddening but interesting. I can see my own humanity mirrored in others. I can be happy for their happiness, their relationships, their stable lives, their accomplishments, their intelligence, everything that makes them exceptional, or average, or even agitated and dysfunctional. I can see it all and see a human just like me but simply tilted a few degrees in another direction.

When I suffered from addictions, my life shrunk to the size of the addiction: my world was a place where I purchased, consumed, experienced the world through the lens of and suffered on account of the substances.

Little by little they eclipsed everything: responsibilities, relationships, interests, ideas, and even self preservation.

My life did nothing but continuously shrink under their influence: even since I broke my attachment to them, and completely removed them, my life has done nothing but expand.

Would I say that I am now “one with all?”

Goodness, no. Run from the person who says, “I am one with all.”

Deny him parole. Don’t join his sex cult.

What I would say is I’m free to own my perspectival reality: right in some ways, wrong in others, with some ever widening level of wiggle room to become more right and less wrong over time.

Because I take responsibility for the direction of my journey and the spirit in which I undertake it, and because I know how much determination, earnestness, and maturity that takes (because I had to cultivate all three, and was born with none of them), I mostly leave others in peace. I leave them to the management of their own lives, for better or worse.

Nobody else can live my life for me. Why would I be able to live someone else’s for them?

You probably noticed I said I “mostly leave others in peace.” Mostly? Because making no interventions at all actually is the same thing as being totally uncaring and totally cowardly.

You see someone walking into the street with their headphones on, buried in their phone, and a car is coming – do you leave them in peace because you are nobody to interfere?

I hope not.

All of my improvements were, in some way, responses to the world showing me that I wasn’t measuring up.

Sometimes it did so gently, but mostly it was painful. I would not have perceived the need for change were it to be painless. Thank God, then, for pain.

I’m just as much a part of other people’s lives as they are of mine – it would be irrational to think others don’t need corrective feedback even though I do, and I benefit from it.

For most people, it is a mixture of attachment and cowardice that hides behind their “live and let live” slogans. They are filled with judgments, frustrations, and compromised standards and boundaries, but they simply do not know how to confront problems in their relationships, or excise people they find distasteful, disagreeable, or immoral.

They don’t know how to say no. They think being a good friend means saying yes, putting your feelings aside, and capitulating to the needs of the squeakiest wheel.

“One with all” means I do not fear you. I don’t live in fear of you disagreeing with or disliking or misunderstanding me or something I say or do.

I’m prepared both  to defend a position and  adjust when I see compelling evidence that an error was committed. It’s not that I’m so sure that I’m right – I’m willing to jump in, engage fully, and discover where and how I am wrong. Specifically. Sitting on the sidelines, afraid of the disapproval of others, you may know something is missing, but no one has found and integrated that missing something while merely looking on as a spectator.

Part 5: A Sage Is Not Selfish

Through selfless action, he attains fulfillment.

Weak, degenerative people seek fulfillment through self gratification (addictions in various forms).

Strong, healthy people attain fulfillment by contributing to the welfare of others. What they do for themselves is maintain themselves.

Life grows in scope, in value, in happiness, in meaning, by growing one’s capacity to contribute, and by repeatedly delivering those contributions into the lives of others.

Contributing to the welfare of others can take many forms – I will make no effort to enumerate even a partial list now.  As a rule, however, it cannot damage or diminish another person in any way. Meaning, if you contribute by becoming a crutch that they lean on, because this makes you feel useful, it is not useful to them, because it is making them weak and dependent.

In my experience, being a good person means doing a whole lot of what looks like nothing. Minding your own business, but minding it well. Becoming meticulous, excellent, restrained, fastidious and frugal. There is more to say about human excellence elsewhere, but I want to focus on selfless action for the time being.

It is not going around and trying to be helpful. There is no “going around” at all. There is, in fact, nothing driving you to go do this or that at all – there is the perception of situations and events, the instinctive awareness of what is called for in that moment, and the fluid transition from observation to action.

The lack of self seeking is what makes it selfless: not some very flattering campaign of bringing flowers to the sick and kissing babies and letting people know “you’re here for them.”

Less letting people know, and more being there.

Less jumping in, and more watching and waiting.

Letting others find their footing, find their words, and find their way, but quietly keeping an eye on it all, so as not to miss the moment of action when action is called for.

It’s called for less often than you probably think, unless this person we’re talking about is your own infant child.

If you want to do nice things for others because you’re temperamentally inclined to do so, you shouldn’t be looking for permission from this newsletter: for God’s sake go and be good. But do it because it fulfills your nature, which is actually the best bit of all the good it does for you: to be you, through and through, and no one else.

That leads me to another important point.

Do good because you’re a do-gooder.

Do good because you wish to learn how to do good.

Do good because you need to know you’re capable of doing more than bad.

Do good because you want to find out whether or not it will make you happier.

Do good, actually, because you understand that you expect it of yourself and your own approval or disapproval is the single most important thing in your life.

But do not do good to make others like you, respect you, sleep with you, admire you, forgive you, hire you, or choose you over someone else.

It’s the “so that they will” that has to go. The neediness. The addictive craving. The manipulative, covert bartering. The resentment when they don’t do what you want, even though you bent over backwards. The contemptible, sniveling longing for recognition. This is trash. Trash.

The proper understanding of selfless action is that it is the fruit born of first ending your competitive relationship with others and then ending your unhealthy attachments to others.

How can you help people when you think their success is a threat to yours? How can you truly come to understand others, and their unique needs, when you derive your sense of self from their example?

When you find and lay claim to the path that is only available to you, competition ends.

When you cast off all forms of crutches and develop the strength to stand in your own nuanced and irreducibly complex individuality, attachments end, too.

Now you can see what others need, because they are struggling along a path you yourself have walked successfully.

You can see what would be helpful, what would be enabling, what would be superficially pleasant but ultimately irrelevant – you see a great deal, and you see it clearly: you are now, legitimately, a force for good in the world.

Part 6: Conclusion

We covered so much today, and I learned a great deal in the process of finding the words for this article. I looked at the lines of Chapter 7 of the Tao Te Ching and I saw a great task before me: show everyone the through line that connects our mortality, the grandeur of nature, and the three characteristics of a sagely life laid out here – life beyond competition, beyond attachments, and beyond self interest.

The simple fact that our time is limited is enough to justify the undertaking of sorting this all out – how ought we to feel about our place in the world? How ought we relate to one another? What should we seek in the actions we take? What will make the difference between a life spent wisely and a life wasted?

I can now say this much: a life of denial, insecurity, desperate clinging, and petty one-upmanship just is certainly the latter. The former is the path of strength, dignity, and respect. Out of these three grow the virtues of acceptance, caring, and contribution.

I hope you will reflect on what we have discussed here today, and I wish you the courage to do so.

Thank you for reading. Talk to you soon.

-Jas

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“The Eternal Feminine Lures To Perfection” – how the Tao Te Ching reflects on motherhood

I don’t know about you, but my biggest limitation is time. I wanted to say “skill,” but the limiting factor in skill is probably time, too. I’m the most skilled at the things I’ve spent the most time on. If I want to get better at the things I really want to be better at so I can be more productive, so I can contribute in a more meaningful way to my environment and the people I care about, that will take time. And, that subject carries a certain weight to it because of misuses of time in the past.

Maybe you can relate.

But how I spend my time is also a function of who I am, or at least who I believe myself to be. I look at the world the way that I do because of what I believe, how I feel, what I want, what happiness and success look like in my mind, where I think my suffering and limitations come from, and so on.

Because of these aspects of my identity, I spend my time doing certain things and not others. I hold myself to a certain standard, execute my tasks with a certain level of quality, and express a specific worldview through my work, because of who I am in a fundamental sense.

Therefore, if my ability to utilize my time is going to change in positive ways, my ideas about who I am have to change first. This is why I read books, why I write articles like this, and also why I habituate certain behaviors like weightlifting and meditation: these all change my concept of who I am in positive ways.

Becoming more confident in my mind, body, and emotional state makes me a more generous, tolerant, curious, and helpful person in general. Because I know I have a strong foundation within me, I take on more of what’s difficult, uncertain, and otherwise uncomfortable, and that makes my life and the lives of those around me better, plain and simple.

I hope that, as you’re reading this, you’re thinking of the ways in which you can relate to what I’m saying. Maybe you feel great about what you’re doing, but, if you’re honest, there’s probably some part of you that feels some embarrassment, some pangs of conscience, about the gap between where you are and what you’re doing about it on a daily basis.

Congratulations. That means you have an ideal. The ideal is the picture of who you wish you become, that guides everything you do, yet also renders everything you do insufficient. Insufficient in an eternal sense, not momentary.

My ideal includes smelling great, for example. Being a waste producing mammal is constantly at odds with that ideal, so my showers are sufficient in a temporary sense but no shower is sufficient in an absolute sense.

A pedantic example, to be sure, but it makes the point, and it also gives me a chance to say something else about insufficiency: it applies to the duration of the results created by my actions, not to my worth as an individual. Read that again. Just because I have to do certain things over and over again, does not mean there’s something wrong with me or wrong with the world. Repetitive action is the name of the game. It’s where results come from, where your track record comes from, and ultimately where your destiny comes from. It’s written in what you do over and over: who you are is how you’ve spent your time.

We are now ready to read and understand chapter 6 of the Tao Te Ching. This chapter is so mysterious and opaque in its wording that many of you will have a hard time understanding what it means and what it has to do with many of the ideas I’ve been discussing up till now.

Let’s start by reading through it once. Then we can begin decoding it.

Six

The valley spirit never dies;
It is the woman, primal mother.
Her gateway is the root of heaven and earth.
It is like a veil barely seen.
Use it; it will never fail.

Because of the brevity of this chapter, and the fact that it represents a singular idea, you can bring the whole thing into focus at once, like a polaroid, rather than progress line by line.

Whatever the valley spirit is, it never dies, and it never fails. We are told that it is “the woman, primal mother.” So, not merely “feminine” but maternal: the biological, material underpinnings of what is abstractly “feminine” (don’t worry, I’ll explain what I mean by this soon enough). This is about womanhood itself, not just the traits or proclivities of women.

Let’s clarify the awkward part now: when we read the words “her gateway,” yes, that means what you think it means. And, it is “the root of heaven and earth” – everything, even the world itself, issues from this “gateway.”

It must be said that nothing profound has yet been said. The lush valley, the lowest point to which all resources flow, is animated by the same spirit that animates women, womanhood, and everything entailed within and implied by the term “female.” The will to bring life into the world, and the unconscious mechanisms (pardon me) by which it is done.

What gives this all-too-familiar concept mystery, gravity, and even urgency are the last two lines:

It is like a veil barely seen.
Use it; it will never fail.

This changes everything: he’s not just telling you to recognize and appreciate that all life is made possible by women (which you ought to do, and let this be a reminder) – he’s telling you to “use it.” To use the valley spirit.

Let’s rearrange a few words to see if the meaning is clearer, or at least if a clearer path to analysis emerges:

The valley spirit is like a veil: use it and succeed.

Let’s be a bit unsophisticated and say that yes, I want to succeed, and I assume that you do, too.

Good. The surest way to success (“it will never fail”) is in adapting the nature of motherhood into everything you do.

We’re almost there. We must now make sense of this word “veil.”

I think that when you properly integrate the “primal mother” into your consciousness and your methods, the results are subtle. Barely seen. Not advertised with a banner, not proclaimed by imbecilic slogans, but visible only to the most perceptive.

We can now say what “this” is and why it unfailingly produces desirable outcomes:

The power to intelligently use the present to create the future. The power to balance being with becoming. We are what we are today, but tomorrow is on the way. Tomorrow will be today soon enough. And what is tomorrow? Tomorrow only means death: the advance of time means nothing but the shrinking of the time we have left. In Sanskrit, for example, Kala means both death and time. Another name for Shiva, the Hindu God of destruction and transformation? Mahakaal: The Great Time.

Time is entropy. Deterioration. The only countervailing force against entropy is creativity. In biological terms, we reproduce so that a new generation survives after the previous dies (if you think this is too obvious to spend time discussing, just take a look at the birth rates in countries where people supposedly “know better”).

In daily life, and on a more prosaic scale than, say, the intergenerational continuity of humanity, the method is this: use a portion of today to reap the harvest of yesterday (enjoying your life), and a portion to plant the seeds of tomorrow (self denial, discipline, deliberate practice, learning, and preparation).

“Time” might be an abstraction, because you can’t see it, only its effects, and plenty of people seem to be utterly in denial about that, but a helpless infant is about as real as it gets. Who is your future self? The infant called “today.”

What is it, then, that will never fail if you use it? Again, the conscious adoption of the role of mother: the future comes into the world through me. I am the intelligence that mediates between the demands of the present, the limitations and opportunities created by the past, and the anticipation of the future.

I use my knowledge,
my instincts,
my hopes,
my imagination,
my love,
my care and attention,
my time,
my physical presence,
and my will,
to overcome the stultifying optionality
of the borderless now
and drive it toward the future
with decisive actions.

I give it direction.

My purpose is to endow everything around me, everything within reach, with purpose.

If I am to live well, I must behave as the primal mother that brings an idea from embryonic murmurs to birth in material form to adolescent awkwardness to confident enthusiasm and, eventually, maturity and mastery.

Why a mother, and not a father? Because I bring it out of me. Its all-but-formless state is present within me, as an aspiration, as a calling, as an intuitive sense – a mere thought or feeling.

And I begin to cherish it, nurture it, and acquire a profound affection for it. It’s mine. It came from within me, and is deeply connected to me. But, if I put enough energy into it, the right way, it will eventually belong to itself, to others, even the world.

After a long hiatus I dreamed of making music again. I would sit in the park and noodle around, obsessively creating songs or simply musical fragments on the guitar.

A year later I found a drummer who liked what I was doing.

A year after that we started renting a studio, and quickly found a bass player and a pianist.

A year after that, we have twenty songs, performances lined up, recording dates lined up, photoshoots lined up, follow up meetings with graphic designers lined up, people creating wiki pages for album production workflows for us.

I was once the only thing keeping this idea alive, and now it is supported by a small community. It has reality: dimension beyond what I can or could imagine because it exists outside my mind, influencing and receiving influence from external factors that grow in number by the day.

A similar thing is happening with my writing, and in areas of my life that aren’t public: the present is spent in such a way that the future is endowed with the greatest dignity. I love it. I care for it. I fight for it, luxuriate in it, negotiate with it, embark on the adventure of my life with it, but it is not truly mine, not truly for me: what it is is the means by which I might sacrifice myself, rather than squander myself.

Why does this way of living never fail? Because it automatically organizes your life correctly. How about that? To be a mother is to bring out from within yourself that which would replace you. How much more responsibility can you take for the impermanence of life than this? What could represent a more complete acceptance of the facts than this? Life deserves to go on, and it deserves a chance to become better than it is today. Others deserve to start at the point I could not exceed.

Those who are better than me, more deserving than me, the future beneficiaries of a world I will never know and which could not be realized were it to make room for the bits of the past that cannot be extricated from me – they are within me, and it is my duty to endow them with reality, with strength, with the best of what I have, and, eventually, with independence and agency.

All of this is implicit and inseparable from womanhood, from motherhood. Tamper with them at your peril. Embrace them, and thrive.

Thank you for reading. Talk to you soon.

-Jas

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How The Big Picture *Actually* Helps Us Make Peace With Life

Deep down, everyone is looking for the fountain of youth.

Or, said another way, everyone is looking for a way to make death less scary.

Whether you’re

taking care of your health to ensure that you age gracefully,


hoping your name will live on by meaningfully contributing to your professional field, community, or family,


or cultivating faith in reincarnation or an eternal reward in heaven for a life well lived

We are all, in our own way, taking steps to minimize the negating power of death. If our bodies must die, let it not happen any sooner or more ungracefully than necessary. Let us be survived by successful and happy children. Most of all, let us do something with our lives that makes them worth the time, the toil, and their ultimate brevity.

If you have not yet awoken to this concern, trust me, you will: from antiquity to today, it runs through our culture at every level.

Is there a solution to this age-old problem?

Yes and no.

As I’ve stated in other blogs, wisdom and peace of mind have less to do with making problems go away and more to do with rising above them through understanding.

To quote Ludwig Wittgenstein, “the solution to the problem of life appears as the vanishing of the problem” (Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, 6.521).

The world doesn’t necessarily change, but your attitude about it can. You can look at the same world and no longer see a problem.

The sorts of changes that bring about significant positive improvements, then, are not circumstantial, but perspectival.

My intent for this and similar articles is to facilitate perspectival change,

And I do so by presenting teaser trailers, so to speak, for what life might look like if seen through wiser eyes.

This is how I changed my own perspective and thereby my own life: I read, reread, and eventually memorized (yes, really) an English translation of the Tao Te Ching, or “The Book Of The Way,” written by Lao Tzu some twenty five hundred years ago in ancient China.

Today, I’d like to share my thoughts on the fifty second of its eighty one chapters, which is the one and only chapter where we are told precisely, if obliquely, how the fear of death is to be overcome.

I’ll reproduce the entire chapter, and then go through it one idea at a time, so we might make a small but irrevocable step in the direction of wisdom, and away from avoidable suffering.

Chapter Fifty Two

The beginning of the universe
Is the mother of all things.
Knowing the mother, one also knows the sons.
Knowing the sons, yet remaining in touch with the mother,
Brings freedom from the fear of death.

Keep your mouth shut,
Guard the senses,
And life is ever full.
Open your mouth,
Always be busy,
And life is beyond hope.

Seeing the small is insight;
Yielding to force is strength.
Using the outer light, return to insight,
And in this way be saved from harm.
This is learning constancy.

You may have noticed one of the strangest lines in all literature;

“Knowing the sons, yet remaining in touch with the mother/brings freedom from the fear of death.”

No, talking about serious or deep topics does not mean we are forbidden from acknowledging that we are perplexed, or that we find something opaque, unclear, or even ridiculous.

A serious conversation demands that we be open, and say what we really think: that is the beginning of seriousness, because it cannot be a performance. And I am thus demanded to say that when I first read that line, I found it utterly absurd. I granted it some hidden, deeper meaning, on principle, but decided it was something I was going to have to come back to. It simply made no sense, sounded silly, and did not inspire serious reflection.

Not at first.

Let’s walk through it together slowly, and I think you’ll come to see what I see now: the tip of a sort of iceberg; a mere thread that unravels an enormous knot if tugged at tenaciously.

The beginning of the universe
Is the mother of all things

This seems straightforward enough. He is simply defining terms: the ultimate beginning is here called “the mother.”

Knowing the mother, one also knows the sons.

If the mother is the beginning of the universe, then who are sons? The universe, by necessity. He frames it as an obvious consequence: knowing the mother, one also knows the sons. Of course! In older, traditional societies, you didn’t know someone in isolation. You knew them as part of a lineage: if you knew a mother, you knew her children.

The familiar thing, the thing that should be taken for granted, is used to make sense of the esoteric thing:

If you know the world, and of course you do, then you know the source, the beginning of all things, far better than you realize.

The meaning of this will soon become clear after we put the last piece in place:

Knowing the sons, yet remaining in touch with the mother,
Brings freedom from the fear of death.

In light of the minimal decoding we’ve already done, we might rephrase this as

“Knowing both the present and the past removes the fear of the future.”

If this is true, why is it true?

Because the past is just a present moment that has already happened, and the future is a present that is yet to happen: besides their temporal arrangement, there is no difference between any of them, just like an old woman, a girl, and an infant daughter may all be the same person on different days.

What was it like in the very beginning? Just like this, but longer ago. What will it be like a long time from now? Again, just like this. Our lives are being lived now, but we didn’t exist in the past and will not exist in the future: the future in which we will be absent is no more dreadful than our absence in the past.

If this is still too abstract to resolve real feelings of existential anxiety, and I say that it is, then think back to a time in the past that you know you experienced, and yet no longer remember. Some random point in your childhood, like the daily events of your eleventh year.

They took place, you witnessed, experienced, and participated in them, and they presumably felt as real then as this moment does now, and yet it is lost from memory. Lost from memory, and yet a link in the chain of moments that led you here: your childhood self is the mother to your present day self, you might say.

When the final days come, then, they will seem as natural in their temporal context as today’s events do now: unique and special in some ways, perhaps, but unremarkable and banal in other, larger ways. Whatever is happening now is at the end of a long series of cause and effect relationships that are neither unknown nor mysterious, even if major details have been forgotten: it is actually all quite ordinary. As ordinary as the fact that you were once eleven must seem to you now.

Surely, then, you can bring yourself to admit that the thought of yourself a decade from now isn’t that hard to imagine. You were once eleven, and then twenty one, and then thirty one, yet forty one is unimaginable? Sixty one some terrifying specter? Hardly. Whatever you are doing now must eventually become as distant, as undeserving of recall, as whatever you were doing during your eleventh year,

And this should feel relieving.

We arrive at the deeper meaning, at least in my mind, of this passage:

The mother is the level of the general, and the sons are the level of detail.

What is the justification for this interpretation?

The beginning of the universe is surely something none of us has experienced, but the present moment is the only thing that anyone has experienced.

In exactly the same way, nobody has experienced anything in general terms. Only the specific can become an experience. And, yet, a sense of the general emerges after enough encounters with specifics. Knowing the sons, one also knows the mother.

Is there such a thing as the specific in logic? Absolutely not. All logic is general, by definition. So, while nobody has ever, by definition, experienced the general, or experienced logic as such, logic nonetheless works. Generalities do explain, because what is wisdom if not the generalized explanation that makes the particular bearable, while still being too vague to replace detailed behavioral prescriptions in the present, toward the particular?

This, then, is the real, or rather a further meaning of the couplet

Knowing the mother, yet remaining in touch with the sons
Brings freedom from the fear of death.

It means that we have to operate at the level of the particular: life is to be lived, and it is a hands-on activity. The details matter. The timing matters. They will always matter, and nothing supersedes them. And yet, the inferred sense of life that we are here calling the generalized, is like a kind of divine cosmic mother that gives birth to and eventually receives all the tumultuous activity at the level of the specific.

The big picture, the conceptual frameworks, the insights into life contained in literature, poetry, art, theater, music, the lessons of history, and, most importantly, our own memory: these come to the aid of the person wholly immersed in the present. They are not an escape from, or an alternative to life in the here and now, but they both enrich its myopia with their vastness and blunt its conjoined urgency and futility with their evidence of undying continuity.

The fear of being brought to nothing, coming to naught, and living in vain, is something of which we can be readily and repeatedly disabused by simply reaching out to the stratum of the generalized, where both the remembered past and the inferred future live: the past and future both live with us in the present at the level of the general, and thus the inevitable demise at the level of the particular seems less consequential, and, on days of rare exaltation, even illusory.

Keep your mouth shut,
Guard the senses,
And life is ever full.
Open your mouth,
Always be busy,
And life is beyond hope.

The meaning of these six lines, in isolation, is fairly straightforward and does not demand elaboration, except to say that a life of restraint, of observation and reflection, is an easier life to live than one of hot pursuit.

Be still, and both perceive and receive life’s fullness: it pours into you when your movements cease. One need not change drastically, but merely notice the reliable correspondence between the slowing of activity on the one hand and the deepening of experience on the other.

To connect it to what has gone before, then, I might add that the proper relationship between the specific and the general is what tempers the addictive craving for novel stimulus in the present. To generalize is to strip a thing of its novelty, and the wise use this strategically.

I can tell you that I’ve talked myself into many a good thing and out of many a bad thing by doing precisely this: extrapolating into the unseen future by applying generalized reasoning and logic when the specifics available in the moment were insufficient.

My last point leads us perfectly to the concluding passage:

Seeing the small is insight;
Yielding to force is strength.
Using the outer light, return to insight,
And in this way be saved from harm.
This is learning constancy.

The “outer light” is objective reality, the specific phenomenon happening now. Returning to insight, and being thereby “saved from harm” means returning to reflect on the repository of collected experience, or the general.

Using the language of the first stanza, we might say that, rather than fight with the sons, discuss the matter with the mother, “and in this way be saved from harm.”

Again, a modeling of the correct relationship between activity in the present and action informed by the generalized sense garnered from experience and reflection. The truisms, the patterns, the wisdom, the principles that exist only at the level of abstraction nonetheless steer us clear of danger as we navigate the particular.

When he says, in closing, that this is learning constancy, he means just what he says: that if we both participate in and observe life properly, we should only become steadier with time. We should expect to accumulate enough of the general to become ever more unphased by the particular, the culmination of which is to be unphased even by the termination of all particulars.

Thank you for reading. Talk to you soon

-Jas