“Cultivate in yourself a grand similarity
with the chaos of the surrounding ether.
Unloose your mind and set your
spirit free. Be still as if
you had no soul.” Those words come
towards the end of one of Kwang-tse’s stories
which, if I were asked,
I would say is my favorite. The
Mists of Chaos had spent much trouble
trying to come in contact with Chaos himself.
When he finally succeeded,
he found Chaos hopping about like a
bird and slapping his buttocks.
He phrased his question, which
concerned the nature of ultimate reality.
Chaos simply went on hopping and
slapping his buttocks and said, “I
don’t know. I don’t know.” On a second
occasion, the Mists of Chaos had at
first just as little satisfaction,
but on pressing Chaos, received the
advice I quoted. In gratitude,
he bowed ceremoniously, spoke
respectfully, and took his leave.