The only Taoist text I had read prior to reading this book was Stephen Mitchell's translation of Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching, and perhaps due to this fact I found the initial section to be a little slow. The Tao Te Ching set things out concisely and was more definite whereas this book seemed to wander aimlessly. It was not too long though before I became more accustomed with the writing style and form the opinion of it's being more colourful, and at times lucid and beautiful. At times obscure, at others piercing, at times almost shocking in its simplicity and directness of thought, at others eccentrically humourous, The Essential Chuang Tzu was a pleasure to have chanced upon, its insights are truly timeless. All is change, all is relalive. East and west define each other and rely on each other. They only exist because they can be compared to one another, this is the same with good and bad, life and death. I found it helpful to have had a simpler introduction to Taoism, but this book took me further. I wonder where I'll wander next...?