Musings

The only true paradise is the paradise that has been lost. All that is reality is painful; all that is past is intermingled with at least a shred of happiness. Upon the boundless wilderness, existence itself becomes suffering.

2024/6/13
Today, for the first time, I cried until I had a headache; my face went numb from weeping, and my head still hurts now.
From great sorrow to great joy, and back to great sorrow.
As I was writing Xizhi’s Heart Sutra, I felt the urge to tear it up midway.
I thought even more about throwing away the brush, but I could not bear to part with it.

By what right do those fellows who occupy high office while doing nothing stand? By what right do they? By what right do those things? They are unworthy. They are unworthy. They are unworthy.
All those rotten, obstinate, foolish, self-righteous, backward, supercilious so-called leaders are unworthy of their power.
They are merely swine that have taken flight upon the east wind of the era. Enjoying the welfare of the times while ravaging the next generation of the times.