What Is the True Analerta?

2007/7/9 22:34:06

Recently busy being a gigolo to stocks, and having neglected Old Confucius, these past two days Beijing has been shrouded in bitter wind and rain — presumably because Old Confucius, stuck for over two thousand years in his space-time sleeping bag, has been howling with anguish over this ID's cold shoulder. Men are truly troublesome creatures — whether it's Old Confucius or Mr. X, when kept as gigolos they show off everywhere with books and portraits; when not kept, they wail everywhere with corpses and spirits. History is woven from nothing more than the wailing and showing off of those who are and aren't kept as gigolos. History — is itself a gigolo.

Never mind this gigolo called history. Today let's talk about Old Confucius's Analects. As the saying goes, "all who have eyes are blind." The Analects has been intellectually masturbated — both orally and manually — for over two thousand years. Everyone searches for subtle grand meanings between the lines, yet all they find are a few stains. If you say Old Confucius received some divine revelation, making him holy and divine — that's sheer rubbish. Old Confucius was more like a dog, driven around like one everywhere, until finally he escaped into his space-time sleeping bag, using some unicorn being captured as his excuse. That was no unicorn at all — at most, a product of man-dog cross-breeding.

This dog-like person, and the Analects that howled out of him in dog-like fashion — what is there worth discussing? If anything is truly worth discussing, then what constitutes the true Analects?

The so-called true Analects is that which remains horizontally spanning heaven and earth even when Old Confucius is chased around like a dog, even when debauched like a dog. If your Analects disappears when you're playing gigolo to stocks, or disappears when you're the one not being kept; or, if it exists when you stand dignified in court but not when you roll obscenely in wild grass; or worse, if it exists only when you cry "Long live, long live, ten thousand years" but not when you cry "Big bed, big bed, even bigger bed" — then your Analects is sheer rubbish.

What is the true Analects? Spanning all of antiquity and the present without moving an inch, not moving an inch while spanning all of antiquity and the present. Without this — what is there to discuss or discourse about the Analects?!

Those with waterlogged brains say: this "true Analects" — is it Zen?

Rubbish!