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[don’t be surprised; life is nothing but layer after layer of time, standing still, they are shadows marching with dignified mien but no truth in them] someone said if you stand atop a mountain you’ll be able to see a broader view and things as they are, I dashed through the gentle slopes out of breath climbed up a steep mountain struggling; the view looking down from a summit was nothing because the earth looking down from the mountain was laying under clouds, covered with heavy fogs someone said if you drift along with water rely on its flow, you’ll find the core key of life just as corners of stones are worn away by the current, I jumped into the water without hesitation and went with the current; but I was swept away into the rapids, hit by the corners of the stones, whirled about the muddy river bed; I found myself still struggling to escape from life’s routine someone said if you soar high and hover in the air the end of the world will come into your hand’s reach; I flew to the highest end of the sky flapping with huge wings made from illusion, when the world though, came into my hand alas, it was nothing but nil someone said if you stand still with humility no one will harass you, but as they pass, simply bow; I lowered myself as much as I could, the men passed insulting me on the way of looking down on me as if saying “this good for nothing incompetent fellow” leaving scornful expressions behind; even so, I suffered patiently, before knowing, I became nil without sounds, [nonetheless; don’t be bothered by all those detestable experiences you went through because life is nothing but lie after lies mounted moving thru time, a heap of standstill time; it’s nothing but a parade of the blank-faced dark shadows]

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