No dialogue, no borders. The beauty of order, the beauty of harmony.
Life and death, prosperity and dryness, freshness and failure, poverty and wealth, are quietly arranged in a silent place, which is even more extreme.
It's hard to say which way of life is better. African indigenous people live peacefully and silently, people in the civilized world enjoy great abundance of material, and they are very similar to bees and ants. Live hard.
For the sake of lust, large-scale breeding, mass slaughter, and eating into pigs.
For sexual desire, a realistic inflatable doll is made, and the geisha looks at the camera and sheds a tear.
The rubbish discarded by most people piles up, but feeds another group of poor people who make a living from it.
The world, all phenomena, neither slow nor in a hurry, the world is silent and self-beautiful, one by one is spread out in front of us.
Finally, the sand painting mandala, which has been carefully depicted over the years, was turned into a handful of colorful sand by the finger of the lama.
The prosperous world, after all, can't get rid of it, living, bad, empty.
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