At the third quarter of the hour… my shadow came alive.
In the deep sea of the mind, we sink endlessly, suffocating, terrified, unable to pull ourselves free, until we lose our way…
The monsters in our minds draw close to reality in our dreams, becoming real. And we… can only sink toward an even deeper unknown.
“You’re saying we can only be forced to dive deeper into the mental deep sea?” Zhou Xiang sat in a chair in the interrogation room, facing everyone.
“Of course. It’s a path countless predecessors explored with their lives.”
“Uh… I get that, but why can I swim in there?”
“What did you say?” Everyone around him looked horrified.
“I said I can dog paddle, backstroke, and freestyle in there…”
I, in my humble opinion, have composed half a poem, wishing the author continued literary success. May a single thought bring forth a person from the book, making the heart on the boat seem alive. The wondrous Dharma of the lotus, the heart's fire ignites spontaneously. Ignite the fire, uphold the Way, and guide the immortals. All attachments to life, the spirit is clouded.
Well written, but the hanging area is too small, it's practically nonexistent 🤦
It's a well-written and imaginative book with the potential to become a masterpiece.