Fuxi
qui enseigna aux nœuds à penser
airFuxi offrit à l'humanité les filets de pêche, les nœuds d'écriture, et les huit trigrammes qui cartographient chaque changement dans le monde ; rêver de lui, c'est voir le motif caché sous votre chaos, déployé en lignes brisées et non brisées.
A dragon-horse rose from the Yellow River bearing a map on its back, and from its markings he drew the eight trigrams; the pattern was always there, waiting to be copied.
Before him people tied knots in ropes to remember; he looked at the knots and saw they could think — and so writing was born from a fisherman's memory.
He taught the people to net fish and keep herds, and the feasts that followed were the first in history; civilization began, as usual, with dinner.
The trigrams say every line, broken or whole, is already turning into its opposite; even his map cannot hold a thing still.