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    <pubDate>Tue, 06 Jun 2006 14:32:54 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      &lt;p&gt;by Chuang Tzu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What do I mean by True Man?&amp;nbsp; The True Man of ancient times did not rebel against want, did not grow proud in plenty and did not plan his affairs.&amp;nbsp; Being like this, he could commit an error and not regret it, could meet with success and not make a show.&amp;nbsp; Being like this, he could climb the high places and not be frightened, could enter the water and not get wet, could enter the fire and not get burned.&amp;nbsp; His knowledge was able to climb all the way up to the Way like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The True Man of ancient times slept without dreaming and woke without care; he ate without savoring and his breath came from deep inside.&amp;nbsp; The True Man breathes with is heels&amp;nbsp; the mass of men breathe with their throats.&amp;nbsp; Crushed and bound down, they gasp out their words as though they were retching.&amp;nbsp; Deep in their passions and desires, they are shallow in the workings of Heaven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The Ture Man of ancient times knew nothing of loving life, knew nothing of hating death.&amp;nbsp; He emerged without delight; he went back in without a fuss.&amp;nbsp; He came briskly, he went briskly and that was all.&amp;nbsp; He didn&amp;#39;t forget where he began; he didn&amp;#39;t try to find out where he would end.&amp;nbsp; He received something and took pleasure in it; he forgot about it and handed it back again.&amp;nbsp; This is what I call not using the mind to repel The Way, not using man to help out Heaven.&amp;nbsp; This is what I call the True Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

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