#lao-tsé

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«En oposición a la lógica aristotélica, existe la que podríamos llamar lógica paradójica, que supone que A y no-A no se excluyen mutuamente como predicados de X. La lógica paradójica predominó en el pensamiento chino e indio, en la filosofía de Heráclito, y posteriormente, con el nombre de dialéctica se convirtió en la filosofía de Hegel y de Marx. Lao-tsé formuló claramente el principio general  de la lógica paradójica: “Las palabras que son estrictamente verdaderas parecen ser paradójicas”. Y Chuand-tzu: “Lo que es uno es uno. Aquello que es no-uno, también es uno.” Tales formulaciones de la lógica paradójica son positivas: es y no es. Otras son negativas: no es esto ni aquello. Encontramos las primera expresión en el pensamiento taoísta, en Heráclito y en la dialéctica de Hegel; la segunda formulación es frecuente en la filosofía india».

Erich Fromm: El arte de amar. Ediciones Paidós, pág. 76. Barcelona, 1993.

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dies-irae-1

[mihenkaku]

Autodisciplina: Clave para el enfoque y el éxito personal

Consejos prácticos y sencillos para desarrollar tu autodisciplina. Te damos ideas. Tú puedes, henkaku.

La autodisciplina es la clave para alcanzar nuestros objetivos y vivir una vida plena y satisfactoria. Sin embargo, mantener el enfoque y la constancia puede ser un desafío, especialmente en un mundo lleno de distracciones. En este artículo, exploraremos cómo desarrollar y mantener la autodisciplina, con consejos prácticos para mayor inspiración. ¿Qué es la autodisciplina? La autodisciplina es…

[fannyjemwong]

CORAZÓN AMARILLO 1: RECOPILACIÓN Y SELECCIÓN DE FANNY JEM WONG

CORAZÓN AMARILLO 1: RECOPILACIÓN Y SELECCIÓN DE FANNY JEM WONG REVISTA ORIENTAL (ENERO) by FANNY JEM WONG M 15 February, 2024 Invierno de Matsuo Bashō by FANNY JEM WONG M 4 February, 2024 LEA ¡INTEGRACIÓN EDICIÓN 68! by FANNY JEM WONG M 20 November, 2023

[aperint]

Frases Célebres

Frases Célebres #aperturaintelectual #frasescelebresaintelectual

“Con buenas palabras se puede negociar, pero para engrandecerse se requieren buenas obras.” Lao-Tsé (570 aC-490 aC) Archivero, escritor y filósofo chino. Sigue Apertura Intelectual en todas nuestras redes: WordPress Facebook Twitter Instagram LinkedIn Tumblr Reddit Mastodon Te invitamos a que califiques esta información. ENTRADAS RELACIONADAS

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

1886- Ser profundamente amado te da fuerzas, mientras que amar profundamente a alguien te da coraje.

(Lao Tsé)

[suenosyfantasmas]

"Un viaje de mil millas comienza con el primer paso".

Lao Tsé.

Creación digital - Collage: MAVi. "Buen viaje".🍀

[mahfilhadedeusblog]

A VIDA NO CORAÇÃO DO MUNDO.

O sábio não tem coração estreito;

Inclui no seu coração os corações dos outros

Ele é bom com os bons

É bom também com os não bons,

Porque sua íntima atitude

Só lhe permite ser bom.

Ele é honesto com os honestos

E honesto também com os desonestos,

Porque seu íntimo ser só lhe permite

Ser honesto com todos.

Ele vive retirado,

Mas a sua vida está aberta de par em par

A todos os homens.

Os olhos e os ouvidos dos homens

Se voltam para ele, estupefatos –

Ele vê seus filhos em todos

Lao -Tsé

[jeanchrisosme]

La gentillesse des mots renforce la confiance. La gentillesse de pensée crée de la profondeur. La gentillesse en donnant crée l'amour.

Lao Tsé

[waltfrasescazadordepalabras]

Quien no es feliz con poco tampoco lo será con mucho.

(Lao Tsé)

[maryflorlovyblog]

Fluir é a mais perfeita definição desse processo

pois nos remete à imagem da água do rio, que corre para chegar ao seu destino sem jamais modificar sua essência.

Lao-Tsé

[fannyjemwong]

CORAZÓN AMARILLO : SELECCIÓN DE POESÍA Y PENSAMIENTOS CHINOS por FANNY JEM WONG

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[licorice-and-rum]

To Decadent Poets - Chapter 8

Summary - find more chapters, read the synopsis, and trigger warnings here!

“Whoever knows their own ignorance reveals the deepest sapience. Whoever ignores their own ignorance lives in the deepest delusion.” — Lao-Tsé

Oliver didn’t want to go to dinner, he really didn’t. On the other hand, he knew he’d probably be judged if he didn’t. When Miss Turner had come to warn them Dinner would be served in half an hour and that Mrs. Wood would have guests, his first reaction was to hide under the bed.

It was already bad enough that the housekeeper thought he was a nazi just for being German, Oliver didn’t need other people’s judgment. Not like he wasn’t already used to it, anyway. His mother had told him Europeans usually were like that since she was a kid, always thinking too much of themselves because of their place of birth.

He sighed at Liora’s memory, fumbling a bit when adjusting his tie. Noah had returned to the bedroom a few minutes ago but he only took a change of clothes before getting out of there, ready to take a bath. Oliver was trying to avoid thinking about Noah’s dark eyes, shining even more than before, or that his pale complexion had acquired a healthier tone.

He was trying not to think about Noah as a whole, actually, but especially not about that.

Waking Oliver from his thoughts, Chris mimicked a trumpet, then looked at him through the mirror with a smirk that belonged to one who would do something one would regret later.

"What is it?” asked Oliver cautiously, and Chris just shrugged in response.

“Nothing,” he smiled even more. “What do you think of coming with me to see who the hell my godfather is making such a fancy fuss for?”

“How do you know it’s a fancy fuss?” asked Oliver, silently praying for Chris to drop it.

The boy shrugged again, then casually explained while fixing the sleeves of the blazer he was wearing:

“Miss Turner’s annoyance with us was peaking when she came to warn us about the time, and she was wearing her best clothes,” Chris found his eyes through the mirror once again as he added: “No one wears fancy clothes to work. Unless, of course, if the occasion asks for it, isn’t it so?”

It made sense but it was such a strange thing to notice that Oliver laughed, impressed, as he finished fixing up his clothes. They weren’t anywhere near Chris’ level of fancy but he didn’t care. Oliver knew his dad had worked his ass off so that he could dress up like that at that place and this was worth so much more than fancier clothes.

"Makes sense, I guess.”

“Let’s go snoop,” Chris got up from the bed, going back to his original idea.

Oliver hesitated.

“I think it’s better not, Chris,” he said, biting his lips. “They don’t like me already...”

“And they can go to hell for that,” Chris said with a sigh and an irritated semblant. “In my opinion, you shouldn’t let yourself be held back by mindless prejudice but it’s your choice. I won’t judge you for not wanting to come. I understand why.”

The honesty in Chris’ brown eyes was enough for Oliver’s worst side to come out, letting his friend’s argument —which matched his daily inner struggle— infiltrate Oliver’s mind until he smiled and said, getting a step closer to Chris:

“It better be quick, you idiot, and don’t let us get caught.”

Chris’ smile could make imps run away in fear of the boy.

They left the bedroom at the same moment Noah entered it. The boy seemed to get immediately suspicious, no doubt because of the obvious naughtiness in the two boy’s expressions like children being caught doing something they shouldn’t.

His wet hair was darker than the truck of a willow tree. Oliver watched a drop of water run down the boy’s pale cheek to his thin brownish lips, almost like a tear.

“What are you doing?” the boy asked, his voice husky from lack of use, his tone low.

Oliver moved, uncomfortable.

“We’re going to see who the Woods invited tonight,” said Chris in response, smirking jestingly again, his tone even more shameless than Oliver had ever heard, and it made him smile a bit. “Wanna come with?”

If Oliver had bet on the answer, he believed they were going to get, he’d have lost: Noah seemed to be at the edge of denial when his eyes met Oliver’s and he hesitated.

Then he sighed.

“Alright.”

Chris quietly celebrated, hugging the both of them as he dragged them both out of the room. Oliver saw at a glance a smile in the Middle of Noah’s frown and it relieved a bit of the tug in his chest he felt every time he looked at the boy.

As soon as Christian did them the favor of letting them go, they headed down the halls of Taigh Hill in complete silence, keeping an eye out for staff but it seemed there was no one. Oliver wondered if Miss Turner took care of everything by herself.

“Let’s go, I think it’s this way,” said Chris in a low tone when they started listening to voices.

The halls were dark with just gas lamps to light up their way. It was hard not to trip over the tapestry that covered the wooden floor but Oliver managed to get the grip over it. They finally arrived at a hall on the first floor that had only a portal to a living room. Discretely, they watched the people there.

They were all adults who were talking over their proudly raised chins. One of them, the older man, had a few grays on his brown beard and was dressed in clothes that seemed to belong to the beginning of the century. He was even wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The man was an excentric and strange vision, and Oliver liked what he saw.

There was a woman in a black dress who was incredibly thin. She smoked a cigarette while her red-tinted lips curved in the corners in what seemed to be an attempt at a smile, although Oliver wasn’t exactly sure. The other man had no beard and wore modern clothes in comparison to the first one; he had a softer expression than the woman, kinder.

Then there was a couple. Oliver knew it for the way they sat so close to each other. They seemed to be the perfect Scottish couple, with her fiery red hair and the physical structure of a small wardrobe. It was easy to identify them as the guests by the way they were acting, and the unfamiliarity of the scenery for them.

Slowly, Oliver, Chris, and Noah exchanged a look and smiled, trying to contain the laughs so that they wouldn’t get caught.

——— ◘ ———

“Did you see the one with the beard?” Chris chuckled as he asked. “I think he’s the owner. He’s my godfather, Elijah.”

They were sitting in the circular atrium, at the three steps that led to the various adjacent corridors. Noah was the farthest away from them, just like Oliver had noticed he preferred, but he was smiling happily, commenting now and then.

“He looks like someone who has been in seclusion for a long time,” Oliver sighed. “He wasn’t talking much as well, was he?”

“He was smoking a pipe,” Noah quietly explained, his dark eyebrows arching in a confused expression. “I don’t know why anyone would smoke a pipe, it’s terrible.”

“So you have some experience,” said Chris in an annoying tone just to jest, and Noah, smiling still, shrugged as he rubbed his nape.

Oliver averted his eyes, smiling as well.

“And who are they?” the voice drew the boys’ gaze to the entry of the atrium, where a boy their age was looking at them.

From his expression and appearance, Oliver would bet he was the son of the couple of guest. The boy’s face had an arrogant smile cutting through it, it made all three of them grow cautious. He reminded Oliver of a bull, with a large nose and a cruel gaze of someone who was ready to strike.

Annie Wood was right next to him, a disgusted expression on her face. On her face, but she seemed to get nervous as soon as she noticed the boy’s interest in them, as if she thought that encounter would be catastrophic.

“They’ll live with us for some time,” she quickly answered the boy. “My Uncle is housing them as a favor for her college friend and a couple of his employees, Byers. These are Christian Evans, Noah Kurtz, and Oliver Krause.”

She spoke Oliver’s last name in a terrible accent that made him chuckle. Annie frowned at him, quietly inquiring about his reaction.

“It’s pronounced Krause,” he said, German sliding through his tongue with a familiarity English would never have.

The boy, Byers, didn’t seem to like much that Oliver had the courage to speak in his presence but didn’t complain in time, because Annie Wood, in a firm tone that demanded attention, nodded and smiled, seemingly tense:

“Thank you for the correction, Krause,” she said, trying again. Oliver smiled in approval this time, both trying to ignore the tension that was making the air around thick. “My German isn’t the best.”

“I can help you with it if you want,” Oliver put his hands behind his back, straightening, but that innocent offer proved to be too much for the apparent troglodyte they had as a company.

“Oh, you little shit,” said Byers, making an electrical current of anger running through Oliver’s blood. He gritted his teeth, stopping himself to confront the idiot. “How dare you take liberties with Miss Wood?”

“Wow, man, easy there,” said Chris, intervening with a cocky smile, mocking like someone who had ten times more intention of causing a fight than preventing one. “He offered her help so she’d learn German. He didn’t ask for her hand, you don’t need to act like it.”

That made Annie Wood chuckle, even though she tried to suppress it. Oliver, however, was too busy stepping back when the boy, who was at least thirty centimeters taller than him, stepped closer. He and Chris got together, gritting their teeth.

“I may be wrong but I don’t think that’s the best way to diffuse the situation, Chris,” he spoke quietly to his friend, who was frowning, his smile disappearing.

“I may have exaggerated a bit,” Chris agreed.

Oh, they were going to get so fucked right now, was the Only Thing Oliver could think of, and that made him recoil involuntarily as Byers snorted like a bull right before the rodeo began. Not that Oliver knew exactly what a bull looked like before the rodeo but that was the general feeling.

But then, something stranger than getting beat up by a boy they’d just met happened: Noah Kurtz got between them and Byers, and spoke in a serious tone, despite the huskiness of it making it sound a little frailer than it should:

“I think it’d be best if we all took a deep breath, Byers.”

Oliver couldn’t see Noah’s expression with his back to them but the boy’s tone of voice seemed to be enough to make the world stop turning if he wanted to. Byers, however, just looked at him in disgust and accused Noah:

“You’re really going to protect a German?” he spoke of Oliver’s nationality like someone would talk about a murder.

“Byers, that’s enough,” Annie Wood took the lead, positioning herself right next to Noah with an annoyed expression. “You can’t even argue the reason you’re about to beat him. First, it was for me, then because he’s German? At least decide on what lie you’ll tell yourself to beat someone up without a real motive.”

Annie’s anger seemed to inflame Every word that came out of her mouth and Oliver couldn’t help but feel the warmth of their protection. They barely knew each other but still, all of them had stood up for him in that situation. Oliver decided he really liked those people.

Byers, on the other hand, seemed even more furious after all that.

“Miss Wood,” he began in that patronizing tone Oliver sometimes witnessed adults using when talking to children. “I apologize for the violence you’re witnessing. I’m just trying to teach this little nazi how you treat good people.”

“I’m not a nazi,” Oliver quietly said, his voice as dead as a swamp. In his mind, he was trying to block the images of his brother crying and trembling on his knees and his mother’s fierce eyes, not knowing her son would be next as she died. He tried to block the sound of the gun that had killed them. What was left after that. The fear and despair. The pain of mourning that still ensnared his heart to this day. “My mom was Jew.”

Oliver didn’t realize when all of them turned to him, surprised. He looked at Noah’s dark eyes and said, his voice failing a bit:

“Her name was Liora.” Then Byers punched him in the face.

[yoestuveaquiunavezfrases21]

2211- Si estás deprimido es porque vives en el pasado. Si estás estresado es porque vives en el futuro. Si estás en paz es porque vives en el presente.

(Lao Tsé)

[elcitigre2021]

Feche os olhos e verá claramente. Pare de ouvir e ouvirá a verdade. Fique em silêncio e seu coração vai cantar. Não anseie por nenhum contato e encontrará a união. Fique quieto e a maré do universo vai balançar. Relaxe e não precisará de nenhuma força. Seja paciente e você alcançará todas as coisas. Seja humilde e permanecerá inteiro. Quando as coisas desejadas não são mais desejadas, elas chegam. Quando as coisas temidas não são mais temidas, elas se afastam. Lao Tsé

[notasfilosoficas]

"La salud es la mayor posesión. La alegría es el mayor tesoro. La confianza es el mayor amigo"

Lao-Tsé

Se le considera uno de los filósofos más importantes de la civilización China, aunque su existencia histórica se debate. 

Historia

Se le considera uno de los filósofos más importantes de la civilización China, aunque su existencia histórica se debate. 

Se estima que vivió en el siglo cuarto antes de Cristo, y se le atribuye la autoría del “Tao Te Ching”, libro fundamental del taoísmo.

Sobre la autoría del Tao Te Ching, a mitades del siglo XX se llegó a un consenso en donde se duda Lao Tse como autor único de esta obra,  y se considera mas bien una recopilación de pensamientos Taoístas realizadas por muchas manos.

Otros historiadores lo ubican como contemporáneo de Confucio y de haber trabajado como archivista de la biblioteca imperial de la dinastía Zhou.A pesar de que existen narraciones y crónicas minuciosas de gobernantes de la época, sobre Lao-Tse no se sabe casi nada. 

Las fuentes que más tempranamente lo mencionan lo hacen a través de anécdotas y leyendas. 

Filosofía Taoista

Lao Tse enfatiza el Tao, traducido como “el camino”, y expande su significado para abarcar el orden inmanente del universo.

La filosofía Taoísta, está basada en el análisis de la Naturaleza en su más amplio sentido, con el fin de obtener el enfoque acerca del funcionamiento natural de la existencia, para determinar cuál es el orden natural de las cosas, evitando las acciones explícitas y la voluntad que solo obstaculizan en flujo armónico de la naturaleza.

Legado

Después de su muerte, su filosofía laica se transformó en religión, llenándose el taoísmo posterior de influencias ajenas a la obra original de Lao-Tse, dando lugar a una mística contemplativa basada en la inacción y en la identificación por el éxtasis con la energía absoluta e impersonal del mundo.

A largo plazo, la influencia más duradera del pensamiento de Lao-Tse, ha resultado del influjo sobre otras corrientes filosóficas o religiosas de Asia como el confucionismo y el budismo.

Fuentes: Wikipedia y biografiasyvidas.com

[chapinas-blog]

Si corriges tu mente, el resto de tu vida encajará en su lugar.

Lao Tsé.✍️