There was Bu Liangyi, who had the ability of the sage but not the dao. I have the dao but not the ability.
Zhuangzi, book 6
I’m struck by how all of my education, from elementary to graduate school, focused only on the former. And the irony is that such knowledge is endless. The greatest experts in any given field know almost nothing compared to what can be known. The great thinkers know this, and like Aquinas consider all their works straw.
Yet we go through life chasing this illusion. I’m finally at the point where I desire the latter, but am not sure I have the discipline to see it through.