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December 18th, 2014 - Bridge to the Gate - ESSAY

12/18/2014

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Essay
Bridge to the Gate 
A Reflection on Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching & Marcus Aurelius' Meditations 
by M.L. Crider
March 12, 2012 
 
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If Lao Tzu is the Gate who opens up to The Sky of understanding why we simply cannot 
know, then Marcus Aurelius is bridge builder who paves The Way arching the path from Earth’s 
clay to Sky’s Gate as he invites one to hover over the busy river of this world in order to rightly 
see to be able to arrive.  After much contemplation and digestion of the ancient texts, Tao Te 
Ching and Meditations, a stark unison of the messages of both men rings true like the wholesome 
sounding of a bell.


In harmonizing key that brings delight when observation of the mutuality of voice 
coalesces in one’s mind, the mystical Chinese sage, Lao Tzu, and humble Roman emperor, 
Aurelius, both seemed to have taken profound and solemn stock in deducing and inducing how 
to rightly conduct oneself in this world by disciplining one’s thoughts in order to live peacefully 
and in the direction that Nature/God/The Way are one and the same in a most intelligent, all-
knowing, and forever enigmatic design.

  
Also shared is a certain necessary loneliness inherently endured due to the intricate 
burden of such rare and exhaustive understanding of their fringe truths afforded by a highly 
specialized selflessness sure to pull certain saints and geniuses magnetically apart from the 
ordinary in this multi-sensory polar existence.  As a result of the robust wisdoms born of each 
man via having had mazed through arduous worldly extremes in order to only then compatibly 
key their dials to the goal of sweet temperance, the motion of stillness is what they decide should 
be striven for.  They advise that this more secluded location of balance be most dependable and 
is achieved when slow dancing nearest as one is ever able to the sacred bulls-eye of things, 
teetering around zero, The Middle Way.

 
Lao Tzu’s Tao Te Ching and Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations are singular in tone 
resonating complexity, yet a sparkling purity. The docile invitations are hidden somewhere too 


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quiet for most, as is a pearl or forest fairy who kindly blinks her belly on and off when you can’t 
find your way around the trees again.  They channel gently through the pen with earned stillness 
of spirit.  These qualities are the very balm that ends up lubricating the truths into digestibility.   
The intricate genius both men possess render them wise emotional accountants; in the 
balancing of extremes, they each arrive to suggest that teetering humbly closest to the zero mark 
is the finest true place to achieve in human living in order to thrive.

 
How lovely to have a map—a sacredly structured maze all laid out before you that details 
what one’s forefathers deducted, as found in some Vedic literature such as The Upanishads, 
Christian literature like The Holy Bible, or Aristotle’s Metaphysics.  Maps are great for herds of 
sheople (sheep+people=sheople).  Lao Tzu and Aurelius do not claim such length or complete 
knowing.  Their uncharted thoughts being sole originals in tandem with unrestrained delivery 
prove powerful in relocating the mind and heart to shift in oneself.  The difference between 
watching a live violin solo when the strings are struck at once versus replaying a recording with 
the volume maladjusted long after the fact, comes to mind.

   
Comparable notables such as the likes of Aristotle seem to primarily coolly intellectualize 
in a relegating fashion that lands the reader immediately into playing automatic pupil when 
considering the messages.  Some sheople prefer to be told what to think and find it acceptable to 
remain generically restrained there, safe under the drab umbrella of the socially approved 
thoughts of one such as Aristotle.  His astute philosophies echo down from a mighty sterile 
throne atop a tall well.  The trouble is, his focus seems to lean heavily on the faculty of human 
logic rather than on all of the useful and pertinent human faculties as a whole—each which is 
relatively vital in the way of the maturation of a belief to be possible in the informing of and by 
its parts.   

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Lao Tzu and Aurelius succeed in reaching deep inside and in connecting with (not merely 
connecting to) the private softer confines of the reader.  A meaningful trust is formed.  The two 
greats possess an effortless talent in speaking to their readers as peers; a strong humility is at 
work that serves to level versus teach, providing a more immediate intimate environment for the permeability of the wisdoms of the messages.  Simplicity and brevity are boss as this safe 
intimacy maintains itself throughout The Tao Te Ching and Meditation’s messages.  Golden is that lesson by itself.

 
Trouble does stir.  It stirs indifferently throughout different spaces and eras permeating 
like the parasitic spores of relentless ivy into the minds and hearts of men and societies until it 
boasts of lush wild thicket, burdening the experience of right human living.  Aurelius’ and Lao 
Tzu’s remedies, their distillations about how to truly live rightly in this world stir differently. 
Their instructions possess a more invisible quality, an invitation that the reader must work and 
formulate his/her own opinions to navigate through, or to merely remember for him/herself. For instance, when the following is read the mind must ask why.  It must peer into itself without 
knowing exactly how:


*If you will take no notice of all the past, and trust the future to providence, and direct 
the present only conformably to piety and justice […] That you may always speak the 
truth freely and without disguise, and do the things which are agreeable to law and 
according to the worth of each […] If, neglecting everything else, you shall respect only 
your ruling faculty and the divinity within you, and if you shall be afraid not because you 
must sometime cease to live, but if you shall fear never to have begun to live according to 
nature—then you will be a man worthy of the universe which has produced you[…] You 

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will cease to wonder at things which happen daily as if they were something unexpected, 
and to be dependent on this or that (Aurelius, 1640).


An encoded Quiet that exists at the very nuclei of the seeds of truth is rescued by the 
Rare Few such as the likes of Lao Tzu and Aurelius.  They braved the ultimate risk of electing to 
comb through the truth of their realities as if carefully grooming a child’s new hair, and once 
having recognized, they shared in quiet the meaning that was churned out into words.  In Eighty-
One, Lao Tzu says, *Truthful words are not beautiful; Beautiful words are not truthful; Good 
men do not argue; Those who argue are not good; Those who know are not learned; The learned do not know (1610). 


This imagery comes to mind in the intermissions of reading both works:   
After a days work, Marcus Aurelius is standing in the middle of a formidable bridge that 
is still half-built leading out of the Quiet Forest, laying the bedrock to this new Lao Tzu lure--
the lure of God, the outlet—aka the outlet that can be called an outlet is not the real outlet, *The 
name that can be named is not the eternal name (Tzu, 1605),- but the bridge is the interim, the 
synapse between human travails and yearning for the logic of God or memory of returning to It.  


Still mid-bridge, Aurelius sighs, standing somberly in earthy day-old sweat, head on fist, to rest 
at the soft arched crest of it while his worn mind is still able to hear the pulse of the inscriptions 
that the Quiet Forest had once etched deeply while dancing in his veins. His own sturdy 
heartbeat rises over the new noise of Rome’s humankind that he governs—all of the mad voices 
of the beehive multiplicatively culminating to a climactic extreme via the insipid trill of their 
incestuous emptiness that has begun the fever of the heavy germ of false construction that 
encroaches upon his faculties to burden.  He remains unwilling to allow the noise to overtake and suffocate his knowledge of the Quiet Forest by advising,  

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*Whatever the external circumfluent vortex whirls round, so that the intellectual power 
exempt from the things of fate can live pure and free by itself, doing what is just and 
accepting what happens and saying the truth: if you will separate, I say, from this ruling 
faculty [the Intellect/God] the things which are attached to it by the impressions of sense, 
and the things of time to come and of time that is past, and will make yourself like 
Empedocles’ sphere, all round, and in its joyous rest reposing (Aurelius, 1640-41).- 



The beauty of this is that it sparks images of a fetus being strong because it is so gentle 
and pure. With the similar conviction, Lao Tzu’s Twenty-Eight states, *Be the stream of the 
universe; Being the stream of the universe, Ever true and unswerving, Become as a little child 
once more […] Know honor, yet keep humility (1608).- 
 

Lao Tzu and Aurelius owned a thirst beyond human flesh’s normal freezer temperature 
I.Q. levels regarding Nature/God/The Way being right medicine to man’s mental matrices and 
illusional constructs that sadly, consequentially result in the need to build an earthen Bridge to 
reach the sky-Gate.  Inquisitive about how to make sense of or make sense of not being able to 
make sense of what exactly goes on beneath the countless faux surfaces to which sheople attach 
and allot meaning to, they touched on nature being the great womb to which one should return to be advised or to remember when they can not hear the Quiet Forest anymore.


*The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and 
flourish and then return to the source.  Returning to the source is stillness, which is the 
way of nature.  They carry yin and embrace yang. They achieve harmony by combining 
these forces (Tzu, 1606-09).- 

In the Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu seems to convey that if a human thinks that s/he can fully 
describe or name God/The Way, then it would render God/The Way to being as finite as human 

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faculties could see or sense and therefore, not the entirety of God/The Way at all.  It implies that 
the cosmos/God/The Way is and always will be far too large in scope and breadth to be able to 
see/sense it all that would be necessary to then be able to  *call- *it- *something.-  What is 
grappled with is the erroneous reliance on a human being to describe God/The Way.  It would be much like considering and then relying on the summation of what the Empire State Building may in its totality be described to be from the squeaking mouth of a mere fire ant while standing 
proudly at its podium atop his anthill mound.  It’s impossible.  Knowing this gives perspective. 


In his usual steadiness, Lao Tzu invites us to understand that we simply do not possess 
the actual *apparatus- with these finite senses to be able to take in such magnitude of scope that 
only if we were to be able to do so would allow us to be able to take a stab at what the heck 
God/The Way is, was, or might be.  Jonah probably couldn’t describe all of the other organs that 
filled the entirety of the whale from his point of view when he was swallowed and jailed in its 
stomach either.   
 
In his poem, One, Lao Tzu ends with, *Darkness within darkness. The gate to all mystery 
(1606).-  A picture of what energy lies within and far beneath to the Nth power, the very most 
central nucleus of each cell of an encoded seed comes to mind.  It looks like a dark *anti-
vacuum- of sorts.  Maybe there is a gate, a portal that lies in wait indeed.  Whatever it is, Lao 
Tzu’s poetic way of going about the introduction of the idea about it marvels. 
Both men share the distilled inkling that Nature/God/The Way holds all of the questions 
and unanswerable answers and when coupled with God-in-being-as-Intellect that belongs 
inherently to each living thing, they suggest that Nature equates to the right medicine that may 
balance man’s defensive fabrications that they handicap themselves in—a deeply encoded 

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necessary subconscious camouflage for survival by concoction—as one would build tall walls to 
ensure the enemy stays at bay.

   
Nature does not like to be told what to do.  Both writings decide that Nature is any living 
thing’s true and only Replenisher and of the conditions of this life’s unrelinquishing pull on the 
human spirit. In their knowing, Lao Tzu and Aurelius invite the reader to think on their 
deductions rather than to merely instruct about them.  In lieu of joining the sheople, the 
unsatisfying mass consciousness of the time periods, and going along in such dark slumber walk 
while masquerading the planet as living creatures, such Rare Few separate themselves from that 
while ironically later serving throughout time to console and encourage the very beings who are 
woven together by the fragile corroded threads of fear that make up the fabric of such a lot, the 
sheople: the masses who borrow the truths of the Rare Few who dare mightily to go where their 
shivering skin shied far and away from before.


If sensitively visited with an wide-open heart and emptied mind, a truth beneath these 
truths also comes to be felt in their messages: Both seemed to have written when or after coming 
from a state of mind that was consequence of identifying themselves as being incredibly separate 
from the majority.  Anyone who is compelled to write how to live or of the deep questions of 
which no answers seem to exist in order to soothe himself from the ultimate powerlessness of 
humans while living, is most probably depressed at one time or another.  Due to a myriad of 
plausible reasons at the times when they inscribed their earnest wisdoms, a quiet ticking is surely at work that clues in on a certain loneliness of each man again and again. This mutual quality of both men having had experienced many exceptional situations seems to have ultimately led to an inner surrender to a remaining worthy confidant:  fluid ink and something to record on. 

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Each man’s particular circumstances at such writing times remain an enigma, however, 
there seemed to have been no human friend who may have been deemed as a safe, worthy, or 
wise consort enough in whom to enjoy the freedom to thoroughly confess of the prettiest, ugliest 
and most depressing or joyous truths that their experiences had led them through in order to 
arrive at such place of final acceptance.  There is fortunately always [and sometimes only] ink 
and paper to lean on to etch one’s confidences where they have a better chance at being safely 
held. For these men, entrusting the page to their knowledge was a loyal treasure chest at the 
bottom of the ocean that would promise endurance under the auspices of stoic guardianship in 
order to patiently withstand the unpredictable tides that crash above through scores of choppy 
and calm years—come what may:

 
The great sage and kind leader are two of such few of the innately blessed who grasped 
these things and seemed to have written them down from the private valleys of their own 
experiences.  At the time when ink hit the page/stone/etc., each man seemed to have been 
coming from a sincerely depressed state of earnest mind and heart but all the while a cool 
comfort of their acceptance of this fact imbues the messages:

 
*In spring some go to the park, and climb the terrace, But I alone am drifting, not 
knowing where I am.  Like a newborn babe before it learns to smile, I am alone, without 
a place to go […] Oh, I drift like the waves of the sea, without direction, like the restless 
wind. Everyone else is busy, But I alone am aimless and depressed.  I am different.  I am 
nourished by the great mother (Tzu, 1607).- 


Lao Tzu confesses that he is unlike other sheople because they are jubilant and so 
contented by the things of this Earth while he misses his Source because the mere things of this 
Earth have not been satiating to him.  The notion that Lao Tzu and Aurelius are depressed when 

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being possessed to write these things down lest they implode makes more sense than not when 
ruminating on their writings. Perhaps they were compelled to write what they had learned from 
this arduous life, and were caught in a realization of a most separate lonesome state or perception of mind that rendered them for whatever their understandable reasons, literally feeling at the polar end of the tether from the sheople.   


A reason the reader knows that the Greats are restless but already know how to endure in 
the end is due to the crystallized wisdom shared that makes profound sense and the usual return 
to tie the end of the circle together.  After grappling over why the gods would have *overlooked 
(1641)- the fact that bad and good men *should be completely extinguished (1641),- as if they 
each deserved different treatment in the matter, Aurelius reassures with, *Be assured that if it 
ought to have been otherwise, the gods would have done it […] and if it were according to 
nature, nature would have had it so (1641).-


Aurelius seems aggravated after having been through a probable dark night of the soul 
when he opens up proposing, *I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself 
more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinion of himself than on the 
opinion of others […] So much more respect have we to what our neighbors shall think of us 
than to what we shall think of ourselves (1641).-


This certain separateness-by-brilliance surely only served to ripen their wisdom.  
Throughout, accepting their lot and thorough lessons, they were made to lean on only what a 
sage or good leader might when no one else sufficed:  They trusted ink and blank parchment or 
stone at such poignant junctures in their quests to unselfishly share the truth as they knew 
personally from enduring their human lives in these clay Earthen bodies.   

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The roomy messages imparted were enough to get one’s own deductions percolating.  
The mind ended up chewing them like bubblegum, blowing up round pink balloons that form 
and pop out of existence, only to fill up the next when arriving at such sporadic conclusions 
about how most *things- sheople consider to be goals/aims—happiness, sex, money.  Things like 
this arose as lessons learned from the texts and then sort of plugged in…

   
Happiness is not an end aim to be had; it is merely a byproduct of living a good life.

  
Physical sex is not an end, nor to be understood or enjoyed as the mere act in itself; it is rather an 
apex of physical exchange that in purest form might represent the sudden expression of every 
spiritual, mental, and emotional faculty that has been shared, formed, woven and held by two 
dancing helixes … that make up two mortal clay vessels who have professed love and faith to 
one another that reserve room for the spaces between. Money?  If money were the end of an aim, one should be able to breathe it.  Lao Tzu and Aurelius peel back the blanket rendering shallow *goals- to reveal the motor of any such illusion instead.  


It is brave to shake faulty foundations of the sheople.  A Rare Few in this world seem to 
behold the talent of striking some kind of divine balance in keeping sheople ears open while still 
serving up succinct truth…in a divinely different manner that allows for permeability and yet 
without need for permission from anyone.  Most human beings dare not to peer into the nuts and bolts of why things work as they do.  What if they found out?!  Most do not even know how and why their cars, bodies, or clocks function in fear that if something were to go wrong, they would possess the knowledge of how and why and then have to take on the burden of responsibility in fixing the thing—the same burden and responsibility that Lao Tzu and Aurelius took on in spades. Sadly, sheople are addicted to religions, but are not spiritual in the least.  This incessant skating on surfaces and filling in holes due to fear of delving into the kernel of a matter has 

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caused epidemics of social insanity, bred inanity, and left such deep thirst in its wake that no 
existing *modern- society of which most are aware today dares to function according to this kind of most central responsibility—the kind that Aurelius and Lao Tzu’s Nature intends. 
The potent messages of Lao Tzu and Aurelius whisper to the innermost self in order that 
they may shed a small light that still must be passed on in hopes of setting this blind world 
ablaze one torch at a time.  If no one dares to light their very own torch in the way of being 
responsible to grow the truth of the sacred truth flames, then what good is it to continue tossing 
the hot potato around if never daring to clutch it safely and protectively into one’s own deep 
pocket?


Potatoes grow cold quickly from hand to hand—in this way they warm no one 
eventually.  The heat is rendered wasted, just like the Rare Few’s words go missing in dusty 
pretty books that remain as dead as the person who does not open them to ponder the words they contain in their quiet bookshelves.  The warmth, the initial flame has to remain in one’s own pocket for a spell so that the hand warms enough in order that it may brave to go about setting his/her own torch to wick in surmising original truth.  *Ever desireless, one can see the mystery; ever desiring, one can see the manifestations (Tzu, 1605).- 


Knowledge seems not a final aim or anything to be had in the least either.  A horizon 
never reached, it shimmers on and on like gilded petals of gold as an ideal that one may never 
grasp with both hands.  The experience that brings the byproduct of wisdom seems to exceed any kind of knowledge that one may glean from any book in the end.  It must be felt and known by and through all human faculties.  We only ever can seem to know our very own experience in 
this body and mind while recording its thread through this thing we know as *time,- and yet, no 
one else can ever know or tell another’s truths, nor ever truly be able to know each single step of 

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The Way that led individuals to arrive at such private epiphanies for themselves.  *…What shall 
be a complete drama is determined by him who was once the cause of its composition, and now 
of its dissolution: but you are the cause of neither (Aurelius, 1642).-

   
*How small a part of boundless and unfathomable time is assigned to every man?...for it 
is very soon swallowed up in the eternal…And how small a part of the whole 
substance?...and how small a part of the universal soul?...and on what a small clod of the 
whole earth you creep?...Reflecting on all this consider nothing to be great, except to act 
as your nature leads you, and to endure that which the common nature brings (Aurelius, 
1641-42).-

 
This anthill will do well to dare to forever look up and all around and only ever claim to 
know for very certain—that it is… but an anthill.  No matter the hip haste and cacophony of 
artifice that the hill may conjure to sing, Lao Tzu and Aurelius may have told a child this:   
An ant should do good things for its hill, but must build its very own Bridge to the Gate. 

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Works Cited


Aurelius, Marcus. "Meditations." Ed. Paul B. Davis. Trans. Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English. The  
Bedford Anthology of World Literature. Vol. 1. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2004. 
1639-1642. Print.


Tzu, Lao. "Tao Te Ching." Ed. Paul B. Davis. Trans. Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English. The Bedford  
Anthology of World Literature. Vol. 1. Boston: Bedford/St. Martin's, 2004. 1605-1610. 
Print. 
 

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