Humans are born in nature, and human beings are also natural. A single person is like a grass, the grass is trying to jump high and wants to become a tree, and the tree wants to touch the sky. No matter how weeds and mustards jump, they can't get rid of the dust and dirt, but when they join together, there is indeed a wonderful and terrifying calmness, just as the green grass and mustards are connected together to become tundra, and just like the deep condensation of water also becomes a waterfall of.
Humans love each other, but they are inherently contradictory, so they imagined enemies, invented bullets, thought they won the battle, built monuments happily, and trained children to guard the cold result. Like a love of sacrifice, a partial death always conjures up fragments of so-called truth. But I don't want history to repeat itself back and forth, what was once denied is sought after, and what was once sought after is also denied. I guess this process is futile? But it doesn't count. People have to do something in life, whether it's against the world or something. After all, it is a four-dimensional space, so let the spirit of time shine.
When the missionary touched the world with the most sensitive and soft lips on his body, the world also became compassionate, and there was no gap between heaven and earth.
I see light shining through time on the waters of the Ganges, and living is but a journey to find peace.
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