人选天选论: Chapter 7
Today’s wine may make tomorrow drunk; better pour it into the cup of the Nine Heavens.
Only after forming a human world within and gathering sun and moon do I know this body is also faint and small.
《人选天选论》 Chapter 7 · A Human World Formed Within
姜蓝 著
When I was in my twenties, I once wrote a rough little poem.
Today’s wine may make tomorrow drunk; better pour it into the cup of the Nine Heavens.
Only after forming a human world within and gathering sun and moon do I know this body is also faint and small.
At first glance, it may feel a little arrogant. It sounds as if someone is standing between Heaven and Earth, raising a cup toward the sky, trying to gather the sun and moon into his arms.
But it is not an arrogant poem. It is not even a heroic poem. It is actually a small bit of clarity that suddenly grew out at a certain moment, after many tiny things in my life had slowly piled together, still curled and not yet fully extended.
And what made a poor Chinese-language student like me write this book was a highly venomous “big fly.”
The “Big Fly”
That noon, I was napping in my room. I was half asleep and half awake. The dream had not yet scattered, but the body had already awakened a little. The curtains were probably drawn. The room was dark and quiet.
At moments like this, people least want to be disturbed, because the dream is still there. That kind of dream is very light, like a thin layer of mist. It was a beautiful dream, though I mostly cannot remember it now. You know it is about to disperse, so you want even more to hold onto it.
Right then, I heard something flying beside my ear.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Circle after circle.
I did not open my eyes, because in my experience, this sound meant a fly. Summer, a room, half sleeping and half awake. When this sound appears, a person’s first reaction is: there is a fly, and I am annoyed.
I did not want to wake up. I did not want to come out of that dream. So with my eyes closed, I lifted my hand and swatted. Once, missed. Again, still missed. I swatted a few more times.
What I was thinking then was extremely simple: kill it, and continue my dream world.
People are often like this. When something disturbs your comfort, your first reaction is not to observe it, but to eliminate it. Especially when you believe you already know what it is.
After missing several times, I finally became annoyed and opened my eyes to look.
With that one look, I woke up completely.
It was not a fly at all. It was a large hornet. It was flying right in front of me, very close. Close enough that I could even see the unfriendly, tiger-like rings of black and gold around its body.
At that moment, cold sweat ran over me. I had only one thought: fortunately, I did not hit it.
If those swats had really landed, I do not know what would have happened. Maybe it would have stung me. Maybe it would have fallen. Maybe I would have paid a ridiculous but very real price for my own confusion.
But what truly made me stop was not the hornet itself. It was another question.
Why did I think it was a fly?
Because the sound was similar. But why, just because the sound was similar, did I assume it must be a fly? Because in my experience, this sound equaled a fly.
And I had never seriously considered that a hornet could also fly into a room that seemed sealed.
This was a very small thing, so small that when spoken aloud, it sounds like nothing remarkable. But in a person’s life, the things that truly make you suddenly stop are often these small things.
Not thunder.
Not heavy snow.
Not mountains collapsing and the earth splitting.
Just one afternoon.
A hornet you thought was a fly.
It flew once in front of you, and then you suddenly discovered that you were not looking at the real world. You were looking at the world inside your own experience.
Someone who has never seen a black swan will think swans are naturally white. Someone who has never seen a hornet inside a room will hear buzzing and think it must be a fly.
This is the limitation of human beings. People live by experience, but people are also trapped by experience. Knowledge helps us understand the world, and it also locks the world inside our old understanding.
This is why I later often said: human wisdom begins with knowledge, and is often destroyed by knowledge. Because the more you know, the easier it is to think you already know.
And once you think you already know, the real world finds it extremely difficult to enter your heart.
At that time, I lay on the bed, watching that hornet fly back and forth, and began to think.
If I had really swatted it dead just now.
If it had died but not stung me.
If it had fallen under the bed.
And if some later gust of wind had blown it into some corner and hidden it there.
Then for the rest of my life, I might have thought that what I killed that day was a fly.
I would never have known it was a hornet.
I would also never have known I had once been so close to danger. I would naturally place this story into my memory: one day during a nap, a fly woke me up, and I killed it.
You see, an “incorrect” world forms just like that.
No one deceived me. No one harmed me. It was only because I did not see. And because I did not see, I thought I had seen.
From that moment on, I suddenly gained a deeper feeling for the word “heart.”
The Human World Inside the Heart
This does not mean there is no outside world. It does not mean the hornet did not exist. Of course it existed. It could even have stung me.
But before I opened my eyes, it was not a hornet in my heart. It was a fly. It had to enter my heart first before it could become part of my world.
So the world people truly live in is not a completely objective world. It is the world formed inside your heart after external things pass through your experience, memory, desire, and fear.
Every one of us lives inside such a human world formed in the heart.
Later, I thought of a more distant question.
If one day I were suddenly taken to a place nobody knew, unable to return and unable to receive any news, then where would my mother be? Where would Wenjie be?
Perhaps they would still be living in the original world. Perhaps from the moment I left, the original world would already have been destroyed. But as long as I did not receive news of their deaths, they would still be alive in my heart.
I would wonder: is my mother eating right now? Is Wenjie sleeping? Perhaps they would also think of me at some moment.
They cannot see me, and I cannot see them. Yet we still live inside one another’s hearts. At that moment, I suddenly felt I understood:
People are never only alive in this world. They are also alive in other people’s hearts.
And “others” are not only alive in the world. They are alive in our hearts.
This is the human world.
The human world is not merely streets, houses, mountains, rivers, and cities. The human world slowly forms inside the heart. Some people live in your heart. Some things happen in your heart. Some places you may never visit again in your life, yet the lights there are still on inside you. Some people have not been in contact with you for a long time, but once they appear, your heart still reacts.
This is not emptiness. This is precisely the most real part of the human world.
It was also then that I suddenly remembered the lines I had written before.
Today’s Wine May Make Tomorrow Drunk
The first line is: Today’s wine may make tomorrow drunk.
Since childhood, I have been very good at saving good things for later. Eating was like this too. If I had a bowl of rice topped with shredded pork, I would often eat the rice first and save the meat for last. I always felt that good things should be kept until the end.
Wine was the same. I was not someone who dared to drink casually. There were many reasons: fear of harming the body, fear of losing control, fear that if today became too comfortable, tomorrow would demand payment.
If a person knows how to consider the future, life will indeed become smoother.
There is wine today, but I do not drink it. I want to drink it tomorrow and enjoy it then. There is something good today, but I am not in a hurry to eat it. I want to keep it for later.
This looks like wisdom, and also like restraint. I firmly believed that as long as I chose hardship and gave up today’s blessing, I could avoid tomorrow’s disaster.
But later I slowly discovered that a deep attachment was still hidden inside this. Because it was not that I did not want it. I had only postponed the “want.” I had not let go of the wine. I had only hidden the wine in tomorrow. I was not no longer seeking blessing. I was only using today’s restraint to trade for tomorrow’s blessing.
This is a very subtle place. A person may think he has already become rational, when in fact he may have only hidden his desire farther away.
But water can be guided; it cannot be blocked. Once short-term desire is suppressed for too long, long-term desire will become the most poisonous medicine in the world. This poison will be discussed in later chapters.
Once you see clearly this stage of tangled suppression, you will feel there is no need to deliberately squander, and no need to deliberately restrain yourself either. Because the purpose of restraint, very often, is only longer-lasting indulgence.
Better Pour It into the Cup of the Nine Heavens
So came the second line: better pour it into the cup of the Nine Heavens.
Instead of saving the wine for tomorrow, it would be better to pour it out for the immortals above the Nine Heavens.
I will not drink it today, and I will not drink it tomorrow. I will no longer use today to exchange for tomorrow. I will no longer use disaster to exchange for blessing. This cup of wine, I simply do not want it. Let it return to Heaven and Earth, return to the Nine Heavens. Give it to the exiled immortal. Send it back to those things I cannot control.
This line is not heroic, nor carefree. It is more like someone walking to a certain place and suddenly loosening his grip.
It turns out that choosing disaster for the sake of blessing is itself also an attachment. The relationship between blessing and disaster is not a cause and effect that humans can calculate and judge. Once someone begins deducing the causality between blessing and disaster, it will inevitably move toward the reverse side of causality.
But these two layers, in fact, were things I had already thought through a long time ago, though of course thinking them through does not mean I can necessarily do them in this lifetime.
What truly made me write the third line was that hornet. Because before it appeared, in my world, it was only a fly. When I opened my eyes, it became a hornet.
This suddenly made me understand: the human world is not an external object. The sun and moon are not external objects either. I had always thought I lived inside the world. But in fact, the world also lives inside my heart.
Forming a Human World Within and Gathering Sun and Moon
So the third line finally gained its weight: forming a human world within and gathering sun and moon.
Here, “gathering” does not mean possession. It does not mean I grasp Heaven and Earth in my hands, nor that I stand above Heaven and Earth. It means Heaven and Earth are no longer merely external objects.
The rising and setting of the sun, the waxing and waning of the moon, all move inside my heart. The human world forms within the heart; the sun and moon revolve within the heart. The world you see, it turns out, must first take shape inside the heart. The people you love also live only inside the heart. The things you fear also grow inside the heart. The blessings you pursue and the disasters you avoid, in the end, also rise and fall impermanently inside the heart.
At that moment, my heart suddenly seemed to become very large. Not the kind of “large” that wants to swallow Heaven and Earth, but the kind where a person suddenly discovers that there has always been a human world inside him.
Inside it are my mother, Wenjie, people I have lost, things that have not yet happened, the sun and moon, and myself.
Heaven and Earth are no longer something far away. They enter observation. A person is no longer merely standing outside Heaven and Earth to look at the world, because Heaven and Earth have always coexisted with me.
But what is truly strange is this: when the world inside a person’s heart becomes large, he does not feel larger. Quite the opposite. During the hours, or perhaps minutes, when the hornet accompanied my thinking, I suddenly felt very small.
It was a very subtle feeling.
Only Then Do I Know This Body Is Also Faint and Small
So the final line is: only then do I know this body is also faint and small.
That “I” which had always been attached to itself.
That “I” which had always sought blessing and avoided disaster.
That “I” which had always wanted to save good things for tomorrow.
That “I” which treated a fly as a fly and a hornet as danger.
It turned out to be only a very, very small point inside this human world in the heart. Like a breathing speck of dust within Heaven and Earth, perhaps even less than dust.
But this “faint and small” is not sadness, nor emptiness. It is a feeling of becoming plain after regret, and in that plainness, suddenly slowing down and becoming lighter.
It is like a person standing among vast mountains and waters, suddenly feeling that his gains and losses, victories and defeats, face, good and bad, have all become a little lighter.
So the real story of this poem is not arrogance, not the power to subdue the sun and moon. It is moving from controlling desire, to letting go of blessing and disaster, to Heaven and Earth entering the heart, and finally seeing oneself.
Today’s wine may make tomorrow drunk means I was still using today to exchange for tomorrow, choosing disaster for blessing.
Better pour it into the cup of the Nine Heavens means I discovered that choosing disaster for blessing itself also needed to be loosened.
Forming a human world within and gathering sun and moon means I finally saw that the world takes shape inside the heart.
Only then do I know this body is also faint and small means that after Heaven and Earth entered the heart, I finally saw myself, and then could no longer see myself.
Awakening Is Only an Echo
But the hardest part of being human is right here.
Understanding does not mean being able to do it.
That day, I did understand some things. But in the life that followed, I would still be greedy, still be afraid, still be attached, and at certain moments, still hear a hornet as a fly.
There is nothing strange about this. People do not change through a single awakening. A single awakening only leaves an echo in the heart.
Later, when you make the same mistake again, when the same desire carries you away again, when you use the same reason to comfort yourself again, it will softly sound somewhere. It will not stop you immediately, but it will remind you: you have seen wrongly again. You have again mistaken the fly in your heart for the real world. You have forgotten again that Heaven and Earth are not outside, and blessing and disaster are not entirely outside either. They are all within your self-formed human world.
Believe me, those who attempt to rely on awakening to defy Heaven and change their fate must remember this:
A person does not become another person by understanding once.
A person changes slowly by understanding once, failing countless times afterward, and then seeing countless times that he has failed.
And this book grew out in the same way. Not because I have already done it, but because one afternoon, I once saw it. Later I forgot it countless times, and returned countless times.
Only then did I slowly understand that this life is not about defeating Heaven and Earth, nor about controlling blessing and disaster. It is only about being able to open one’s eyes again after mistaking the world again and again.
To look at what is flying in front of you and ask: is it a fly, or a hornet?
Is it the you I know, the you before I knew you, or the you after I have known you?
—— 姜蓝《人选天选论》・Chapter 7 · A Human World Formed Within ——
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