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The Doctrine of the Mean (Chinese: A; pinyin: Zh?ngy?ng) composed c450 BCE is one of the Four Books, part of the Confucian canonical scriptures.
Like the Great Learning, it is now part of the Records of Rites. It is said to be a composition by Confucius' grandson Kong Ji (A), called Zisi (A).
The purpose of this small, 33-chapter book is to demonstrate the usefulness of a golden way to gain perfect virtue. It focuses on the "way" (DOA, ?) that is prescribed by a heavenly mandate not only to the ruler but to everyone. To follow these heavenly instructions by learning and teaching will automatically result in a Confucian virtue. Because Heaven has laid down what is the way to perfect virtue, it is not that difficult to follow the steps of the holy rulers of old if one only knows what is the right way.
Chan (1963: unpainted) in an English translation of the Doctrine, renders "Mean" as an "Equilibrium" identified as "Harmony":
While there are no stirrings of pleasure, anger, sorrow, or joy, the mind may be said to be in the state of Equilibrium. When those feelings have been stirred, and they act in their due degree, there ensues what may be called the state of Harmony. This Equilibrium is the great root from which grow all the human ac tings in the world, and this Harmony is the universal path which they all should pursue.[1]
In the Eudemian Ethics, Aristotle writes on the virtues. His constant phrase is, "? is the Middle state between ?". His psychology of the soul and its virtues is based on the golden mean between the extremes. In the Politics, Aristotle criticizes the Spartan Polity by critiquing the disproportionate elements of the constitution; e.g., they trained the men and not the women, and they trained for war but not peace. This disharmony produced difficulties which he elaborates on in his work.
However, both of these are predated by the lost works of that not so great and unlamented early Ionian Greek philosopher, Mediocrates.
I quote from his pupil, Playdoh's, lost work, The Mediocrat*:
If I could see the beauty of the ashtray and its butts,
If I could but know the truth of dirty coffee cups,
Oh, blessed Mediocrates, at your alter I will pray,
reveal to me your mysteries, teach me to love what's grey.
*(I've been pretty loose with updating the translation and imagery).
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