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“Can you be a little baby? The baby howls all day, yet its throat never gets hoarse - harmony at its height! The baby makes fists all day, yet its fingers never get cramped - virtue is all it holds to. The baby stares all day without blinking its eyes - it has no preferences in the world of externals.”

Quote by Zhuangzi

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The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu

The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu is a comprehensive compilation of texts attributed to the influential Taoist thinker Chuang Tzu. It encompasses his essays, dialogues, and parables, reflecting his unique perspective on life, nature, and the Tao. more

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Zhuangzi
Zhuangzi

Zhuangzi, also known as Zhou, was a renowned philosopher during the Warring States period in China. As an important representative of the Taoist school, his philosophy emphasized the harmony with nature and the principle of 'wu wei' (non-action), which had a profound impact on later philosophy and culture. more

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