Nanshan Jim's Notes · 南山Jim·笔记

本文讨论：引言；一、三体无解，是显化无法穷尽；二、混沌不是散，是不可长期辨认；三、黑暗森林，是共在的崩坏；四、降维打击，是显化的暴力。

本文讨论：引言；一、共在先于理解；二、虚位变王位；三、单行道：越猜越远；四、杀与逃避，都不是答案。

Co-recognizers do not appear out of nowhere. Before it became a co-recognizer, there was a more primitive and lighter form of existence: the harmonizer. The homophones are not yet in line with you, or even fully understand what you are doing. But in a certain position with extremely light structure, he already felt that "this is about me." This relationship is not a consensus of views or emotional identification, but the first foothold that a sense of harmony finds in a specific person. This article attempts to illustrate that the same person is not a weakened co-identifier, but the inevitable predecessor of the co-identifier. They are at the front end of the manifest chain and perform a function that is extremely easily ignored: not to determine the intersection, but to make the intersection a possibility that can be waited for. Starting from the relationship between co-ordinators and co-recognizers, this article analyzes their phenomenological characteristics and structural positions, and discusses its significance to the entry of ideas into the world, public generation and the initial formation of teams.

This paper describes an existential posture frequently encountered in philosophical practice but rarely analyzed explicitly—the state of continuously moving at the boundary. Characterized by not settling into any fixed position and by relation-centered rather than identity-centered living, it argues that moving at the boundary is not a marginal or transitional state but an independent, recognizable way of being.

This paper describes and analyzes a role in philosophical practice that has long existed but never been formally named—the “recognizer.” Unlike the constructor and the analyst, the recognizer works by recognizing connections that already exist but have not yet been connected, keeping contact rather than producing results as its primary mode of operation.

A five-character ancient quatrain in the broken-waist form. White clouds float in the blue vault; the setting sun dyes the river red. A thousand mountains all pass by; one color, in being and non-being.

A five-character broken-waist quatrain. White towers float on green fields; the setting sun dyes the river red. A thousand mountains all sink away; one color, in being and non-being.

With no intent I follow the clouds across the blue sky; towers and green fields blur into shadow. Where the sun sets on the still river, words fail — I stay; the light wind abides nowhere and leaves no trace. Walking or sitting in the vastness, it seems like awakening; ten thousand mountains pass and are forgotten; sky-light is one color, in being and non-being.

White clouds drift on the wind with no intent, gathering the layered towers and floating green fields; the drifting clouds see me and leave no trace, I watch the drifting clouds with an unmoved mind.

Carriages churn the mind’s dust; neon mirrors a bubble’s shadow. Ask what you rely on — I abide nowhere. All conditions are as blades of grass, drawn by a single thread of mind. Riding things, I drift in an empty boat; within the ring, I watch the coming and going.

Drifting clouds, piece by piece — where do they go? The full moon, bright and plain, enters the frogs’ chorus. The boat of the heart drifts on, abiding nowhere; the evening breeze passes slowly through me. The night is hazy, the dream not yet over; the bright moon keeps the traveler company.

A couplet. Eating, drinking, sleeping, playing; observing, hearing, learning, awakening, acting, verifying — all in accord. Horizontal scroll: At ease.

Revere nature, revere cause and effect, revere the unknown; all things grow together, the ways run side by side. The Way is great, heaven is great, earth is great, the human is great too; the human, as teacher and elder, answers to all living things.

An ancient-style quatrain: last yellow leaves drift down, the wind still lazy; thin branches have quietly conceived the spring. Light cold has not yet parted from the passing years; new green fills the courtyard toward the dawn.

A couplet. Renounce the sage, discard cleverness — I lose my self; cut through Buddha, break the Dharma — form is emptiness. Only when sage and ordinary both dissolve does one accord with the Way; with no difference between Buddha and demon, suchness is. Horizontal scroll: The original mind is the Way.

A couplet. The east wind sweeps vast and moistens Cathay; transforming rain falls in profusion over ten thousand lands. Horizontal scroll: The Way transforms all under heaven.