Mushrooms: Some mushrooms that live and die. Metaphor that life is very short.
Cricket: A chilling cicada. The old saying goes that the cold cicada lives in the spring and dies in the summer, and in the summer and dies in the autumn, the lifespan is less than a year, so it is said that the spring and autumn are unknown.
When Zhuangzi said this sentence, he was speaking as a person. The lifespan of a person is longer than that of the chao fungus and the cricket, so people can see the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.
But from another perspective, the fate of human beings is similar to that of chao bacteria and crickets. A person's lifespan is at most about 100 years, and what is even longer is the change of history, the changes of the earth, and the growth of the universe. In this way, people are also extremely small and cannot see more cycles. And think about it again, are there also shorter and smaller chao bacteria, crickets and people in the dust and particles smaller than the chao bacteria and crickets?
The earth is a sphere, the universe is a larger sphere, and the molecules, atoms, and even quarks that make up us, these so-called particles, are all spheres. There are similarities in the dark. Looking at the earth in the universe is too much like a speck of dust, and looking at the Milky Way is too much like a mass of dust. I thought to myself, is there a galaxy and the earth in the tiny dust in the space where we live?
The Buddhist scriptures say that the large thousand worlds within the thousand thousand worlds and the small thousand worlds are one large thousand li, which contains 3,000 medium thousand and 3,000 small thousand ...... Actually, there is no end. 3000 is just "meaning", and after Xiaoqian there are Xiaoxiaoqian, Xiaoxiaoqian, Xiaoxiaoxiaoqian...
I thought of the length of the superstring, Planck's constant, the gravitational constant, the Hubble constant...because These constants, or marks, have microscopic, microscopic, macroscopic, cosmoscopic, and inflationary views...
I thought of the novel "Aleph" by Borges that I like very much:
the diameter of Aleph is about two Three centimeters, but the cosmic space is included in it, and the volume is not scaled down. Every thing (say mirror glass) is an infinite thing because I see it clearly from any angle of the universe. I saw the vast ocean, dawn and dusk, the crowds of America, a silver spider's web in the center of a black pyramid...
I think space may be an illusion, just as time is an illusion.
How can the difference in space be expressed, like the increasing place number "0" before the decimal point and the "N"th place after the decimal point. Just like a circular gear, a huge circular gear and countless smaller gears also move around an axis. The universe is the big gear, the earth is the middle gear, the human being is the small gear, and the bacteria and the dark are the smaller gears... We are all revolving around an axis together.
When people look back, countless dusts fall; when the earth looks back, countless humans fall; when the universe looks back, how many earths fall?
Do humans really experience and experience more than dust? I don't know, I can only imagine that at the moment of my sneeze, the world in the dust has gone through thousands of generations, many people have been born and many people have died, and both glory and annihilation are coming at the same time. And the earth is in a sneeze moment, many of us are born and died, many cities emerge from the ground and are annihilated by dust. And the moment the universe wakes up from its sleep, the earth will go through another cycle of destruction, comets roaring toward the earth, civilization is destroyed, and then it starts from scratch.
In the moment of destruction, maybe I can enter a speck of dust, which means entering eternity. Because the fall of dust is only a moment, and this moment is much shorter than the moment when the earth was brought, and this moment is enough to give birth to many civilizations and destroy many civilizations.
It is dizzying when you think about it like this, it seems that the scale has become unimportant, it is more like countless worlds exist at the same time, and if you find the door to the secret existence of these worlds, you will find eternity, and the scale is an illusion.
Is time an illusion? After a game of chess was played on the mountain, the axe in his hand had rotted away. But it's just a game of chess. It takes thousands of years for the dull earth to turn over, and this turn over has formed five continents and four oceans. As soon as I turned over, countless dusts rose and fell. If I were Earth, and I was dull, I certainly couldn't understand what my brief rollover would mean. Although I am not Earth, I am also dull because I cannot understand what that moment means to the dust.
One sand is one world, one night is one bodhi. It turns out that this sentence is actually understandable.
I am reminded of Borges' novel "Secret Miracle": the
firing squad stands in a row. Horadric stood with his back against the barracks wall, waiting to fire. There was concern that the walls were stained with blood; the prisoners were instructed to take a few steps forward. Horadric comically thinks of the photographer telling the subject to pose. A drop of rain fell heavily on one of his temples and slowly ran down his cheek; the sergeant major gave a cry and gave his final order.
The material world freezes.
The guns were focused on Horadric, but the soldiers who were about to kill him remained motionless. The sergeant major's raised arm stagnated in an unfinished position. The shadow of a bee on the backyard tiles is also fixed. The wind stopped as if standing at attention. Horadric tried to shout, made a noise, and twisted his hand. He knew he couldn't move. He could not hear the slightest sound of this contained world.
The protagonist in the novel conceived the script for a year from the moment when the time was frozen, and then was killed by a bullet that suddenly started to fly when the script came to the last full stop.
I often have a long dream in a trance, but when I wake up, I find that only 10 minutes have passed. This wonderful experience must have troubled many people like me. We can imagine being around someone when we miss them, so the shortest distance between two points should be "thinking" rather than "straight line".
I think I can understand "Nothing in the world is greater than the end of Qiuhao, but Mount Tai is small; no longevity is like Shangzi, but Pengzu is Yao." I think I can also understand "The greatest is nothing outside, the smallest is nothing inside. The sky and the earth are inferior, the mountains and the zealots are flat; the south is infinite and poor; today is suitable and the past has come; I know the center of the world, the north of Yan, and the south of Yue.” Now; I think I can also understand” The hammer of a foot is half of the day, and it will last forever." Now...I think I can understand Borges, but also understand Plato, Pythagoras, Leibniz, Parmenides, Schopenhauer...
The bacteria don't know the dark and the dark, and the crickets don't know the spring and autumn. What is more real in front of our eyes is one cycle after another.
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