Bao Pu wrote:
>Hi all,
Hi there!
I read it through once.
Looks like a great project.
In footnote 20, on the second line
at the end, there's a than. That might
maybe be supposed to be a that.
The question of whether there was
such a thing as "classical Daoism"
brought to my mind ideas of culture,
sub-cultures, streams and themes.
For me, with me, around me,
growing up, in the States, there was
what was referred to as hippy culture.
Generations later, it might be surmised
that there was a hippy philosophy.
Whatever that philosophy was, if it was,
it might be said of people now, or then,
that they are\were classic hippies or, perhaps,
philosophical hippies.
If hippy-thought were to be seen as a form
of government or political science, that might
be an interesting lens through which to view it,
assuming there was such a thing as hippy thought.
As a way of life,
peace and love transcends government.
It goes beyond politics.
Classical music also comes to my mind.
Historians of music, in an effort to categorize,
alphabetize, and otherwise put things in order,
might lump a batch of composers together.
Now-a-daze there is classic rock.
Whether to include or exclude metal
from heavy metal from classic rock might
be subject to some discussion.
Now it could be said, clearly, Jimi Hendrix
was a hippy. Or was he? Was Joni Mitchell?
Bob Dylan? Were The Beatles?
Water might be muddy or clear.
I think what Zz had to say about words
could be an essential ingredient. The idea
is to get some point across. Once the words
have done that, they're done.
If I say I'm a philosophical hippy,
but not a real hippy, that might mean something.
There used to be weekend hippies.
A Real Daoist might be more than philosophical
while having at the same time some love of wisdom
found in any of many texts known as Daoist.
Fitting a stereotype may lead to surround sound.
Having only a mono player might be limited.
For me, were I to use the term, classical Daoism
or philosophical Daoism, or Daojia, it would
probably refer to a flavour.
There is something there,
difficult to describe. And yet, perhaps
there is a taste or a sound to it. It smells
or feels a certain way. It rings a bell.
Some may know what I mean.
Others, maybe not a clue.
Thanks for the reflections!