The Book of Tea
The Book of TeaI. The Cup of HumanityII. The Schools of Tea.III. Taoism and ZennismIV. The Tea-RoomV. Art AppreciationVI. FlowersVII. Tea-MastersCopyright
The Book of Tea
Kakuzo Okakura
I. The Cup of Humanity
Tea began as a medicine and grew into a beverage. In China,
in the eighth century, it entered the realm of poetry as one of the
polite amusements. The fifteenth century saw Japan ennoble it into
a religion of aestheticism—Teaism. Teaism is a cult founded on the
adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday
existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual
charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a
worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish
something possible in this impossible thing we know as
life.The Philosophy of Tea is not mere aestheticism in the
ordinary acceptance of the term, for it expresses conjointly with
ethics and religion our whole point of view about man and nature.
It is hygiene, for it enforces cleanliness; it is economics, for it
shows comfort in simplicity rather than in the complex and costly;
it is moral geometry, inasmuch as it defines our sense of
proportion to the universe. It represents the true spirit of
Eastern democracy by making all its votaries aristocrats in
taste.The long isolation of Japan from the rest of the world, so
conducive to introspection, has been highly favourable to the
development of Teaism. Our home and habits, costume and cuisine,
porcelain, lacquer, painting—our very literature—all have been
subject to its influence. No student of Japanese culture could ever
ignore its presence. It has permeated the elegance of noble
boudoirs, and entered the abode of the humble. Our peasants have
learned to arrange flowers, our meanest labourer to offer his
salutation to the rocks and waters. In our common parlance we speak
of the man "with no tea" in him, when he is insusceptible to the
serio-comic interests of the personal drama. Again we stigmatise
the untamed aesthete who, regardless of the mundane tragedy, runs
riot in the springtide of emancipated emotions, as one "with too
much tea" in him.The outsider may indeed wonder at this seeming much ado about
nothing. What a tempest in a tea-cup! he will say. But when we
consider how small after all the cup of human enjoyment is, how
soon overflowed with tears, how easily drained to the dregs in our
quenchless thirst for infinity, we shall not blame ourselves for
making so much of the tea-cup. Mankind has done worse. In the
worship of Bacchus, we have sacrificed too freely; and we have even
transfigured the gory image of Mars. Why not consecrate ourselves
to the queen of the Camelias, and revel in the warm stream of
sympathy that flows from her altar? In the liquid amber within the
ivory-porcelain, the initiated may touch the sweet reticence of
Confucius, the piquancy of Laotse, and the ethereal aroma of
Sakyamuni himself.Those who cannot feel the littleness of great things in
themselves are apt to overlook the greatness of little things in
others. The average Westerner, in his sleek complacency, will see
in the tea ceremony but another instance of the thousand and one
oddities which constitute the quaintness and childishness of the
East to him. He was wont to regard Japan as barbarous while she
indulged in the gentle arts of peace: he calls her civilised since
she began to commit wholesale slaughter on Manchurian battlefields.
Much comment has been given lately to the Code of the Samurai,—the
Art of Death which makes our soldiers exult in self-sacrifice; but
scarcely any attention has been drawn to Teaism, which represents
so much of our Art of Life. Fain would we remain barbarians, if our
claim to civilisation were to be based on the gruesome glory of
war. Fain would we await the time when due respect shall be paid to
our art and ideals.When will the West understand, or try to understand, the
East? We Asiatics are often appalled by the curious web of facts
and fancies which has been woven concerning us. We are pictured as
living on the perfume of the lotus, if not on mice and cockroaches.
It is either impotent fanaticism or else abject voluptuousness.
Indian spirituality has been derided as ignorance, Chinese sobriety
as stupidity, Japanese patriotism as the result of fatalism. It has
been said that we are less sensible to pain and wounds on account
of the callousness of our nervous organisation!Why not amuse yourselves at our expense? Asia returns the
compliment. There would be further food for merriment if you were
to know all that we have imagined and written about you. All the
glamour of the perspective is there, all the unconscious homage of
wonder, all the silent resentment of the new and undefined. You
have been loaded with virtues too refined to be envied, and accused
of crimes too picturesque to be condemned. Our writers in the
past—the wise men who knew—informed us that you had bushy tails
somewhere hidden in your garments, and often dined off a fricassee
of newborn babes! Nay, we had something worse against you: we used
to think you the most impracticable people on the earth, for you
were said to preach what you never practiced.Such misconceptions are fast vanishing amongst us. Commerce
has forced the European tongues on many an Eastern port. Asiatic
youths are flocking to Western colleges for the equipment of modern
education. Our insight does not penetrate your culture deeply, but
at least we are willing to learn. Some of my compatriots have
adopted too much of your customs and too much of your etiquette, in
the delusion that the acquisition of stiff collars and tall silk
hats comprised the attainment of your civilisation. Pathetic and
deplorable as such affectations are, they evince our willingness to
approach the West on our knees. Unfortunately the Western attitude
is unfavourable to the understanding of the East. The Christian
missionary goes to impart, but not to receive. Your information is
based on the meagre translations of our immense literature, if not
on the unreliable anecdotes of passing travellers. It is rarely
that the chivalrous pen of a Lafcadio Hearn or that of the author
of "The Web of Indian Life" enlivens the Oriental darkness with the
torch of our own sentiments.Perhaps I betray my own ignorance of the Tea Cult by being so
outspoken. Its very spirit of politeness exacts that you say what
you are expected to say, and no more. But I am not to be a polite
Teaist. So much harm has been done already by the mutual
misunderstanding of the New World and the Old, that one need not
apologise for contributing his tithe to the furtherance of a better
understanding. The beginning of the twentieth century would have
been spared the spectacle of sanguinary warfare if Russia had
condescended to know Japan better. What dire consequences to
humanity lie in the contemptuous ignoring of Eastern problems!
European imperialism, which does not disdain to raise the absurd
cry of the Yellow Peril, fails to realise that Asia may also awaken
to the cruel sense of the White Disaster. You may laugh at us for
having "too much tea," but may we not suspect that you of the West
have "no tea" in your constitution?Let us stop the continents from hurling epigrams at each
other, and be sadder if not wiser by the mutual gain of half a
hemisphere. We have developed along different lines, but there is
no reason why one should not supplement the other. You have gained
expansion at the cost of restlessness; we have created a harmony
which is weak against aggression. Will you believe it?—the East is
better off in some respects than the West!Strangely enough humanity has so far met in the tea-cup. It
is the only Asiatic ceremonial which commands universal esteem. The
white man has scoffed at our religion and our morals, but has
accepted the brown beverage without hesitation. The afternoon tea
is now an important function in Western society. In the delicate
clatter of trays and saucers, in the soft rustle of feminine
hospitality, in the common catechism about cream and sugar, we know
that the Worship of Tea is established beyond question. The
philosophic resignation of the guest to the fate awaiting him in
the dubious decoction proclaims that in this single instance the
Oriental spirit reigns supreme.The earliest record of tea in European writing is said to be
found in the statement of an Arabian traveller, that after the year
879 the main sources of revenue in Canton were the duties on salt
and tea. Marco Polo records the deposition of a Chinese minister of
finance in 1285 for his arbitrary augmentation of the tea-taxes. It
was at the period of the great discoveries that the European people
began to know more about the extreme Orient. At the end of the
sixteenth century the Hollanders brought the news that a pleasant
drink was made in the East from the leaves of a bush. The
travellers Giovanni Batista Ramusio (1559), L. Almeida (1576),
Maffeno (1588), Tareira (1610), also mentioned tea. In the
last-named year ships of the Dutch East India Company brought the
first tea into Europe. It was known in France in 1636, and reached
Russia in 1638. England welcomed it in 1650 and spoke of it as
"That excellent and by all physicians approved China drink, called
by the Chineans Tcha, and by other nations Tay, alias
Tee."Like all good things of the world, the propaganda of Tea met
with opposition. Heretics like Henry Saville (1678) denounced
drinking it as a filthy custom. Jonas Hanway (Essay on Tea, 1756)
said that men seemed to lose their stature and comeliness, women
their beauty through the use of tea. Its cost at the start (about
fifteen or sixteen shillings a pound) forbade popular consumption,
and made it "regalia for high treatments and entertainments,
presents being made thereof to princes and grandees." Yet in spite
of such drawbacks tea-drinking spread with marvelous rapidity. The
coffee-houses of London in the early half of the eighteenth century
became, in fact, tea-houses, the resort of wits like Addison and
Steele, who beguiled themselves over their "dish of tea." The
beverage soon became a necessity of life—a taxable matter. We are
reminded in this connection what an important part it plays in
modern history. Colonial America resigned herself to oppression
until human endurance gave way before the heavy duties laid on Tea.
American independence dates from the throwing of tea-chests into
Boston harbour.