From Tchouang-Tseu (Zhuangzi !)
Phoenix, O Phoenix
Look, your virtue is decadence
One can not expect for a future
One can not go back to past.
When the world in order,
The wise fulfill his mission.
When the world is out of bounds,
The wise saves his life…
Nowadays we seek only to avoid torture :
Happiness is lighter than a feather,
And nobody can catch it.
Unhappiness is heavier than earth,
Yet nobody able to let it go…
Alas, Finish !
The one who wants to improve virtue in man.
Danger ! Peril !
To the one who choose a country for serving.
Bramble and thorns,
Do not scorch my heels !
Get back, get back…
For I injure my feet no more.
Yes, today I read big chunk of complete work by this Zhuangzi, and you are right, more often this is lot like me, intuitions, expressions. But we diverge in one major point : I do not agree life is similar, kind of reverse comparing to dream. Life is not a dream, and dream is more like pale companion to life, just comforts incapacity to endure. Phantomatic life to hide in despair.
This is not enough for me.
Your Jacques
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