Sitting here silently, I had to quietly look at the illusory things in front of me, and I began to feel that I was also illusory. This feeling seemed to be in line with the Buddhist saying that color is emptiness. If I die at this moment, it will be possible for this world If you look at the word "empty", even if there are sorrows from relatives and friends, they will pass away in a short time, which is not understood by outsiders. However, there is such a saying as the butterfly effect, maybe my death can change invisibly and invisibly. In this world, after talking about it, is it the same as not talking about it?
Sometimes I think that I am just a tiny to nothing existence in the existence of time and space, and I feel great grief and grief, not knowing why. Not many people can understand this kind of philosophical thinking. "You think about so many useless things, it's better to do what you should do well. Boring!"
I personally think that thinking about yourself without thinking about yourself is the fun of thinking about yourself. Not limited to the person itself, not limited to the thing itself, only guided by crazy thoughts, can go to heaven and earth, this kind of crazy thinking is more sinking than drugs.
I don¡¯t know how excited the person who imagined Sakyamuni was, I don¡¯t know how excited the person who imagined Sun Wukong was, I don¡¯t know how crazy the person who imagined Godzilla is, I don¡¯t know how excited the person who imagined eating shit is. How the live broadcaster is so pretentious. Thinking is the original sin of human beings. If there is a God, then the characteristic of thinking is a deadly weapon given by God, which can destroy everything in the end.
You may also feel this way, standing on the street, the oncoming pedestrians laugh disgustingly, not for any just reason, maybe the woman laughs with trembling chest, and the man laughs with saliva, And these are just because of such an impression, just like some first glances, it makes people feel confused, as if they glimpsed the visitors from outside the sky.
Or one day, you also inexplicably want to build a bomb and blow up everything.
If the mind is still, people will be turned into stones, blown by the wind, drenched by the rain, until they are wiped out. Thinking about it, I think this kind of death is very interesting.
? I was chatting with friends from Zhejiang yesterday, and we talked about a topic about mountains.
I said that it was the first time in my life that I went to worship the mountains in a real sense. Of course, the worship of the mountains here does not refer to worshiping the ancestors, but to face the mountains with a seeking mentality. She was born in the plains, and she seldom goes to understand the mountains in depth. She said that she would go for a walk when she was done with work. I told her that it takes courage to go to such a place. She half-jokingly expressed panic.
I continued to talk about the big mountain: I was poor, and I relied on the mountain to eat the mountain. There was no toilet, no bathroom, and I had to burn wood for cooking.
Before I finished speaking, she sent a message saying that it was difficult to understand.
I also said that the people there were dark and thin, and couldn't read a few words. She continued to express incomprehension.
I said with emotion, and this is the root of Chinese culture. You can feel all kinds of it when you stand on the mountain. I strongly recommend her to go around.
Mountains have souls. The people on the high mountains firmly believe in this. They respect the mountains and do not allow others to desecrate them.
What about people? People also have souls, but how many souls exist blindly in the world, struggling in confusion in the body without an owner, being insulted, threatened, imprisoned, and unable to survive until death.
? There is a Daci Temple in Chengdu. It is not big. I often go there. I borrowed the pure place of Buddhism to meditate. I have to admire it. The smell in the temple is very good. I was fortunate enough to meet a hermit master in the temple. He saluted me, and I returned the salute. When he looked up, we had a look at each other, which made me feel at ease. Later, when we met occasionally, we also smiled and signaled, He gave me a lot of comfort during those fearful days. Every time I meet, I seem to see from his light and deep eyes that people live not for peace, but for peace. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com