There are two principle texts in Taoism, the first being the Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu and the second the Chuang Tzu. The historical figure of Chuang Tzu is essentially a combination of Aesop and Socrates-- storyteller and philosopher in one. Chuang Tzu was the guy who dreamed he was a butterfly, and when he woke he was not sure if he was Chuang Tzu that dreamt he was a butterfly or was now a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Tzu. In Taoist thinking, such is the intangible nature of reality.
Fables, myths, and legends teach people values, morals and principles. As for philosophical dialogue, the Chuang Tzu is full of humor mixed with acerbic hectoring. For example, there is this exchange between Prince Mou of Wei and the philosopher Kung Sun-Lung from Chapter 17:
"He whose understanding cannot grasp these minute and subtle words, but is only fit to win some temporary gain - is he not like the frog in the caved-in well? Chuang Tzu, now - at this very moment he is treading the Yellow Springs or leaping up to the vast blue. To him there is no north or south - in utter freedom he dissolves himself in the four directions and drowns himself in the unfathomable. To him there is no east or west - he begins in the Dark Obscurity and returns to the Great Thoroughfare. Now you come niggling along and try to spy him out or fix some name to him, but this is like using a tube to scan the sky or an awl to measure the depth of the earth - the instrument is too small, is it not? You'd better be on your way! Or perhaps you've never heard about the young boy of Shou-ling who went to learn the Han-tan Walk. He hadn't mastered what the Han-tan people had to teach him when he forgot his old way of walking, so that he had to crawl all the way back home. Now if you don't get on your way, you're likely to forget what you knew before and be out of a job!"
Kung-sun Lung’s mouth fell open and wouldn’t stay closed. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and wouldn’t come down. In the end he broke into a run and fled.*
There is a lot to unpack in that one paragraph, but I'll focus on the young boy of Shou-ling. It is the story of a student who envied the way the people of Handan walked. It was said that they walked with grace, poise, and class, and he wanted very much to copy this walk. So he traveled to Handan and studied them day after day. After many months, discouraged at his inability to perfect their walk, he decided to go back home. But because he was so intent on learning how others walked, he forgot his own natural gait, and was forced to crawl all the way back home.
This post would have been a lot shorter if I had just said that if you're planning to plump up your resume or puff up for an interview, you should just try to be your authentic self. For some people that can be hard. If you're the smart one and you already know how to be yourself then no need to continue. I just think allegories are more fun.
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*Watson, Burton, trans. The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu. New York: Columbia Press 1968. p.187.