Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Man’s Last Song Chapter 3-1: Qigong Rhapsody


Qi rumbles through Ma Yili, flushing his meridian channels, warming the Dan Tian – an abdominal pocket behind the navel where his bladder and intestines are.
Most people do not normally feel the presence of internal organs unless something has gone badly wrong. To Ma, that's just another thing wrong with the normal person. He neglects the body for so long, taking it for granted, until the only connection left is the emergency alarm; he only feels the stomach when it aches, rather than sharing with it the pleasure of digesting something delicious and healthful.
He can actively direct Qi with his breathing, which is one of a few ambiguous meanings of the word Qi. What else could it be? Flux of neutrinos? Expression of other alpha beta gamma bits? he used to wonder. Gradually, he gave up intellectualising it with the same cleverness he once employed to study equally quirky entities sanctioned by modern physics.
"To understand these things, you can't think forcefully," his mentor Mary Scott once said.
In the end, be it Qi or some ephemeral subatomic phantom, it's all in the mind isn't it? A steel door is practically empty in atomic terms. Just a bunch of electrons buzzing between a matrix of nuclei. In spatial proportion, merely a few specks of dust zipping between raison-size clusters stuck at the corners of a grand ballroom. Should the electrons freeze – if the metaphoric dust should settle – everything would vanish.
Weird? That's science... or Qi...
There's nothing. A door is substantially not there according to science, so is the physicist, Ma reckons with due humility. Not there. Nothing. Zilch. Buddha was right wasn't he? But even the brightest or dumbest scientists don't attempt walking through doors. Neither did Buddha.
Understanding is one thing, believing is another, perception is yet something else. In the twilight zone of existence, reality slips, slides and teases. The great 20th century physicist Niels Bohr said "reality" does not exist independent of observation. His contemporary, Heisenberg, told us that the reality that can be put into words is never reality itself. Were they Daoists?
Perhaps Qigong reshapes reality with wayward bonds and psychedelic charges, as hallucinating drugs do? After practising for decades, Ma still has no idea. It took him years to clear the meridian channels, to make room for the free flow of Qi. Now that he has attained this wondrous sense of void, he can let in... in... and in. Something fundamental and omnipresent, older than the universe itself, seeps into him, waking his spine, electrifying his being. Or is it the other way round? Is he dissolving into the infinite background, like a fizzy tablet in water instead?  
Yes, all in the mind.
The cosmos, so very big, is no bigger than a teeny-weeny singularity. Perhaps singularity could be reconstructed in the mind, tugged behind the bellybutton. Ridiculous; but why not? If something so incomprehensibly tiny could give birth to the universe... maybe the fathomless complexity of a physicist's macrocosm could also be condensed into elemental purity, back to nothing. "In a flat universe, all the energy adds up to zero." He learned that in Physics.
It started with nothing, and will end in nothing.
"I'm nothing," he lets the thought echo. "There's nothing out there."
What can be more peaceful than me, being nothing, worrying about nothing?

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Aeons?
Time bypasses Ma when he meditates. But somehow, part of him knows. Dozing bus passengers always wake before their stops.
Qi radiates out of his Dan Tian, caressing ageing vessels, massaging aching muscles, fortifying stiffened joints.

*    *    *
Ma once speculated Qi to be the ultimate element he hoped to isolate in a giant accelerator. Ultimate – what an extreme state; a serious word used too lightly. The ultimate element must be absolutely basic. What can one say about something so elemental, other than it's the very first step from there isn't to there is? The fundamental essence of all things must be that simple; indivisible. It has to be omnipresent purity without mass, charge, spin, dimension, smell, flavour, beginning, or end...
It just is.
Shouldn't have a name. The Dao that can be described cannot be real... Laozi said that. Heisenberg said that. Anything with a describable feature can't be truly and ultimately fundamental can it? It's indescribable, unnameable. We exist because of a transient disruption of the primary state of affairs.
The resultant existential stir, Ma thought, perhaps still thinks, could be Qi. The universe, the one that we see, the big wide expanding thing out there, is the result of a disturbance, a cosmic bruise. Call it the Big Bang, whatever. It's nothing more than a temporary divergence, unmitigated stress, of the fundamental state. Like a bruise, it will disperse and heal in the fullest of time – when it all ends.
We won't be there. Nothing we own will be there. Nothing we've ever fought for or believed in would survive the healing, when the cosmic bruise settles back into neutrality.
Meanwhile, everything that exists does so at an elevated stress level. To be is waiting to heal, to return to ultimate basics, to be again not to be.
That's why things are unstable. They are unstable the moment they came into being – the moment they began coming into being. Status quo at any instant is not sustainable.
To Ma the Daoist and physicist, Qigong Master and irreligious spiritualist, the concept became self-evident after years of contemplation. Then it became far-fetched and confusing, impossible to fathom, simply weird. Then it cleared up again.
Then it went away completely, and stopped to matter.

If it is, it doesn't matter.

If it isn't, it doesn't matter.

First Posted 19 Jan 2011 on Guo Du Blog

“笙歌” 第三章  之(一) “气功狂想曲”

“笙歌” 第三章  之(一) “气功狂想曲”

鏈接到上一節 “分娩”



“氣”為何物就更不好說了,不過“氣”這個字倒蠻有意思。最早的丹經道書都寫作“炁”:大概表示一切能量靜止,屬火的心也淨滅下來,於是无火謂之“炁”。不知怎的,“炁” 慢慢變成了“气”。 “气”其實是古字。籀文,篆書,都是這個寫法。後來可能由於社會退步,人變得市儈習氣,萬事必須有米,否則無神無氣,於是加了粒米進去調動積極性,變成了“氣” 字。呃,再後來搞個革命,講理想,省筆划,又再次把米去掉,變回了“气”。不少鐘情繁體字的衛古之士,還以為這是無產階級洩了氣,走了米呢!




反正理解歸理解,很多東西信則有,不信則無。不是嗎?算你有 “鐵一般的事實” 擺在眼前,你看一個樣,我看又一個樣,他看又另一個樣。大家各持己見爭辯一生,結果各自抱著懷疑和不忿躺進棺材。歸根到底,通通都是主觀幻覺。但要真正做到空空蕩蕩,身心兩忘的幻境,還必須下苦工。馬依力花了十年以上的時間才掌握到個中奧妙。不過一旦掌握,那實實在在的虛空,又確實妙不可言。

他現在閉目運氣,仰天而吁,好像把宇宙吐吶於胸腹,同時飄蕩其中,遨遊無窮之鄉, 無際之境,與天地為一,不分內外人我。



他也曾經懷疑過,“氣” 這東西就是他曾幾何時努力尋找的“終極分子”。終極一詞其實非同小可,不應輕率濫用。稱得上終極,便不可再分,不能再小,是簡無可簡的原始狀態,甚麼質,量,磁場,氣味,轉向,體積,電荷,一概消失,否則便可以再分;可再分就談不上終極啦!所以終極分子其實是抽象概念,連名字也不應該有。因為甚麼特色也沒有了,憑怎麼來起個恰當的名字呢?道可道,非常道;名可名,非常名!從現代科學角度看,哎呀,老子有道理!


對馬依力這物理學家,道士,哲學家,太極和氣功高手,間中迷信的無神論主義者來說,“氣” 即是終極分子這個想法,起初越想越合理。但多年來想多了,又越想越多問題。問題想多了,又好像都根本不是問題。



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