Govern the state by being straightforward; wage war by being crafty; but win the empire by not being meddlesome. How do I know that it is like that? By means of this.
The more taboos there are in the empire the poorer the people.
The more sharpened tools the people have the more benighted the state.
The more skills the people have the further novelties multiply.
The better known the laws and edicts the more thieves and robbers there are.
Hence the sage says,
I take no action and the people are transformed of themselves.
I prefer stillness and the people are rectified of themselves.
I am not meddlesome and the people prosper of themselves.
I am free from desire and the people of themselves become simple like the uncarved block.
There are the techniques of the specialties in the world—techniques of being this way or that way, of being taciturn or assertive, of being restrained or abandoned, of being an academic, rock star, lawyer or bum. These are all prescribed and to deviate from the respective prescriptions is to diminish or remove one’s impact in one’s specialty. But there is the non-technique of the whole, of seeing rather than action. This is the sage’s means and she moves in murky ways.
The Tao, while hardly being anarchist, is neither inclined to regulation. So the sage knows that in attempting to regulate herself, she lessens herself; in condemning and praising, she subverts herself; in willfully expanding her skills and knowledge, she warps herself. The sage is constantly doubtful about more and better, about almost all morality and causation.
The management techniques of the sage are similar to and different from the management techniques of Machiavelli. Both are ruthless, distant, and devoted wholly to their path without regard for consequence. But the prince is ruthless for her own ends, distant to enhance the fear of the people and the perception of her superiority, devoted to carving his name on stone; the sage is perceived as ruthless because she doesn’t pamper the people, distant because that is what she is for that is what is, devoted to turning names into air—which involves no effort, for that is what names are. So the prince constantly strives and struggles and the sage does not; they may look at each other as somewhat foolish across the odd void between them, which is natural—the people may or may not view them similarly and the prince and sage, if they are truly princes and sages, have looked into the darkness that forms all things and not flinched; but after having looked the prince returns to the world and must dominate it, the sage may return to the world but must do no particular thing.
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