Drink the strongest wine, drive the wildest car, find the most deserted place, have the most uninhabited carnival, and write the most unknown story. Then enter the city and choose a low place to stand.
Life is full of ups and downs and magnificent events. Most people who see through the small world hide themselves in the mountains, forests and temples. Where did Shakyamuni Buddha go after he attained enlightenment through practice?
Recently, I have become confused about the forbearance of Buddhism, but I believe that what so many great masters and Buddhas believe is reasonable. If you are dull and stupid like me, from never believing, to believing, then to disbelief, and then to worshiping, that is the other side of cultivating your mind.
I recently watched two movies in a row, "Himalayas: Ladder" and "Elevation", and I really admired them. You ask me why I have to travel thousands of kilometers through wind and rain just to hike in the desert mountains? In fact, I don't understand why you keep chasing that little white ball on a piece of grass. I once saw a post on the
8264 forum, and a netizen sternly shouted: "You mountaineers are just pursuing your own desires, with gold-plated or fame and fortune, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars to climb mountains, hypocrisy and falsehood. Why don't you donate the money? Have you seen how much suffering the Sherpas and Tibetans are suffering? &…%￥#××%………blablablablablabla,"
Climbing these mountains, you will know what the sky and the earth are. I won't comment on the forum anymore.
In terms of gold-plating methods, the biggest difference between climbers and MBA students is that some gold-plating methods do not require gambling with life or flying to the height of a Boeing aircraft. Everyone has the need for framing and disguise. Otherwise, why would you buy so many clothes? Is it just for keeping out the cold?
I don’t hide that I wear a mask to survive, and I respond to different passers-by, guests, and friends. Nobility is not a gesture that must be displayed even when eating, drinking, and drinking. Survival has its own rigid needs, and most of the time I am just surviving. If you meet someone too late, be more open and honest; if you are just a passer-by, just accept that five hundred years of practice can earn you a look back, and just let it go.
If you focus on what is close at hand, your understanding of things will be limited to appearances, like cicada wings or thin paper-like barriers: people will always go through stages of change, no matter good or bad, living and trying to understand the truth of life, and after understanding the truth of life, you can still live calmly and seriously to be considered alive.
I stayed for half a day in an ancient town in Yunnan last month. It is said to be the last relatively intact post station on the Tea Horse Road. I really like this ancient town in the fields and never want to leave. Walking along the mottled stone road and crossing the old bridge in the fields, my ears seemed to hear the jingling bells of the mules and horses, the crisp sound of horseshoes kicking the stone slabs, and the thick and gentle snorts of the mules and horses. They digest human injustice with courtesy and gentleness. Traveling steadily over thousands of mountains and rivers, carrying a heavy burden regardless of the reason, walking the same road back and forth.
I have seen people who can’t go up or come down, who are as still as paralysis and who move as if they are crazy. Life is bustling, with endless dreams coming and going, endless roads to walk, moments of great sadness, moments of great joy, moments of triumph in the spring breeze, horse hoofs galloping, and moments of silence leading up to the West Tower alone.
It is said that the balanced universe has been confirmed by scientists. In layman's terms, it is "countless selves at different points in time." Neutrinos shuttle back and forth among the stars. I am doing the same actions, the same life, the same genes and faces in another world, but I will never see or recognize it forever. After closing his eyes, he fell into silence. The black hole may be the final destination of countless me, and no one can escape.
Actually, I in different universes already have cause and effect, but I don’t know it. In different universes, I was born, in childhood, experiencing success or suffering, weathering the wind and rain, in my twilight years, lingering over the years that passed by in vain, and stopping like a dead branch of an old tree to finish its journey. These, "countless selves at different points in time" all have causes and effects. As I chatter endlessly on this planet, I don't know the cause and effect, and I don't know the future.
If there is the hand of God, God must be laughing, and then with a gentle flick, the fog in front of and behind me will be cleared away, and I can only see a small amount of time and cause and effect, all the way to the end. It’s crazy. . .