In the sulphur mines in Southeast Asia, the local farmers who were sunburnt and tanned, were topless, and after squatting down, they needed to slow down and exert force before they could get up and carry the heavy ore from the two bamboo baskets. The camera clearly noticed the blisters on the farmer's shoulders and back of his neck, and the farmer himself seemed to be used to it. These new and old scars continued to be worn out again under the heavy pressure of the hard bamboo poles. frayed. More than once, the camera overlooked these people who were overworked and toiled from a height, in the mines, garbage dumps, slums, and altars. Looking down at all living beings, such a perspective is somewhat cold and somewhat loving. If it is from the perspective of God, God, you have infinite mana, why do you want hundreds of billions of human beings to suffer so much but remain indifferent. God gave birth to a thousand hands, purifies all sentient beings, and bows down to the altar. How can you feel the boundlessness of God, and how much you can feel the desire of people to convert.
It was as if it was the first time that he understood Guanyin's Qianshou, and he knew that the cruelty and impermanence of the world were the norm.
I burst into tears.
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