PART I
InPart I we meet two men. They travel with us down the centuries covered by this book. At times we will sense their presence, their words and deeds directly affecting our journey. At other times, we will not be aware they are there. Perhaps we have ignored or forgotten them. Perhaps theyĀ ā or weĀ ā have drifted away. This can be disconcerting, discouraging even. But we shouldnāt be worried. These are good men, who understand, really understand people, us. That is part of their genius. They understand fellow travellers as no mountain guide ever can. They anticipate questions, and answer needs, as no tour guide ever could. They set a pace that is both comfortable and challenging. They keep quiet, give us space, test our resolve, leave room for reflection. They add new information to keep our senses alert. Most importantly of all, they donāt just say, āAdmire that viewā, or āThis is the time meals are servedā: they share the view, they serve the meal. They are part of the journeyĀ ā no, they are the journey, both making it and making it worthwhile. Little wonder we associate them both with āthe Wayā.
There is something else we should be prepared for. These guides expose us to risk. They challenge us to attempt that pitch, to scale that wall, to go āoff pisteā and face up to our fears. In the process, we see a striking integrity in their theory and practice. They donāt say, āGo and do, while I do nothing.ā They say, āCome and seeā, andĀ ā perhaps most strikingly of allĀ ā āCome and see what I do.ā They claim to be examples and guides. They set the bar high and call their travelling companions, their disciples, to do the same. Unlike a doctor who claims to keep the Hippocratic Oath while ignoring suffering, or the musicologist who says notes on a page are great music, or the priest who preaches godliness while practising infidelity, these great guides āwalk their talkā. Their ideal becomes a reality, their ethics are embodied, in them āwordsā become āfleshā.
CHAPTER ONE
Confucius, āThe Masterā and Cultural Decay
Virtue is never solitary; it always has neighbours.
āA. 4.25
The next two chapters form a pair: better, perhaps, they examine two big figures on one dark old canvas. Like Leonardo da Vinciās (1452ā1519) masterful Mona Lisa (c. 1503ā6), their eyes look deeply, follow carefully, interrogate, laugh, and perhaps even love us. It is hard to share a room, a gaze, or a lot of time with them, without being disturbed and consoled in equal measure. We may be more familiar with one face than the other, or unused to seeing them together. The canvas we are looking at needs cleaning. The light could be brighter, our mind and memories could be stronger. We should not be dismayed. Like da Vinciās portrait of Lisa del Giocondo (1479ā1542),1 the Mona Lisa ā the young wife of a wealthy silk trader and a scion of Tuscanyās Gherardini clan ā if we look carefully, we discover they too are peaceful figures in another priceless masterpiece, with an inviting smile in their eyes.
We turn first to Confucius (c. 551ā479 BCE). We can make out a bulbous head and ample physique, his rough-textured appearance well-suited to a van Gogh portrait.
2 We know he was born
3 ā and is buried ā in
Zou Yi
(
Qufu
) in the state of
Lu
, one of the vassal territories of the
Zhou Dynasty
(c. 1042ā249 BCE), located in
Shandong Province in modern southeast China. He is a contemporary of
Buddha and the Old Testament
prophecy and writings on Israelās Babylonian exile and return to Jerusalem.
4 His Western name, āConfuciusā, is the Latinized version of the honorific title early Jesuit missionaries gave the celebrated Kong Fuzi
5 (Master Kong), whom they found sitting ā as to many Chinese he still sits ā at the heart of
Chinaās ancient culture.
6 From his appearance, and the little historical data we have, it seems he was for much of his life, like āthe suffering servantā of
Isaiahās prophecy, ādespised and rejected, a man of sorrows and acquainted with griefā (Is. 53.3). His protĆ©gĆ©
Mencius, or Meng Zi
(c. 372ā303 BCE),
7 would claim otherwise: āEver since man came into this world, there never has been another
Confuciusā (M. 2A. 2). If we want to know about this towering figure āthe best thing we can do is look at the
Analectsā (Dawson 1981: 5). This is our best canvas. There we find what Swiss-German psychiatrist-philosopher Karl
Jaspers (1883ā1969) described as a āparadigmatic individualā, one of few people in history who, when faced by public obloquy and political chaos, ālived what they preached, and represented a very high personal ethic ā¦ expressed in clear moral demandsā (1962: 51). As we can guess, Confucius is larger than life, intimidating on first acquaintance. We have to work to
see a twinkle in his eyes. With cleaning they shine.
So, what can we say? From the outset, Confuciusās life and work divided opinion. His increasingly grand titles ā āGreat Sageā
, āFirst Teacherā
, āModel Teacher for Ten Thousand Agesā
, āLaudably Declarable Lord Niā
(fr. 1 BCE) and āExtremely Sage Departed Teacherā
(fr. 1530) ā match his growing profile, but ālivesā about him conflict.
8 Each age has its own Confucius (Littlejohn 2011: 15). The historian
Gu Jiegang
(1893ā1980) advised: āTake one Confucius at a timeā (q. Nylan and Wilson 2010
: 26).
9 To Nylan and Wilson, five frequent criticisms of Confucius recur (ibid., 29ā66);
10 his identity and profile always intertwined over the centuries with politics, ideology, academic debate, personal rivalry, traditions in historiography and prevailing state orthodoxy. Reviews have always been mixed. Friedrich Hegel (1770ā1831), the German phi...