Here are two translations of a passage from the Chuang Tzu which seem to suggest that the wholeness of the thing considered is what contains the truth, and that the breaking of it in order to have interchange with it is a loss. Any thoughts on the consequence such thinking has for the role of philosophy in Life, and the relationship “Truth” has to truth? (Within this is the question, does philosohy produce happiness?) The Greeks had a name for this “Chaos/Primativity”, the “aporos”, from which we get the word aporia. It is means “without passage, impassablity, pathless, trackless” and of situations, “hard to see one’s way through, impractical, very difficult”. “Poros” in Greek is a path, a ford in a river, but also a contrivance, a device, a means. In many of Plato’s dialogues, the Sophist comes to mind, there is a particular focus on the “aporos” and the metaphorical finding your way through a difficulty. Is “pathmaking” inherently a good thing? Is it inherently a bad thing? And do paths, roads and highways actually lead to knowledge, or do they only lead to desired end-points, with the loss of knowing what lies in between?
“The emperor of the South Sea was called Shu Brief, the emperor of the North Sea was called Hu [Sudden](忽), and the emperor of the central region was called Hun-tun [Chaos](浑沌). Shu and Hu from time to time came together for a meeting in the territory of Hun-tun, and Hun-tun treated them very generously. Shu and Hu discussed how they could repay his kindness. “All men,” they said, “have seven openings so they can see, hear, eat, and breathe. But Hun-tun alone doesn’t have any. Let’s trying boring him some!” Every day they bored another hole, and on the seventh day Hun-tun died.”
“The ruler of the Southern Sea is called Change; the ruler of the Northern Sea is called Uncertainty, and the ruler of the Centre is called Primitivity(浑沌). Change and Uncertainty often met on the territory of Primitivity, and being always well treated by him, determined to repay his kindness. They said: “All men have seven holes for seeing, hearing, eating, and breathing. Primitivity alone has none of these. Let us try to bore some for him.” So every day they bored one hole; but on the seventh day Primitivity died.”
Dunamis