Different stations, different scenery, in the end, what is left is only the emptiness of walking through thousands of mountains and rivers and watching the passing lights. There is beauty in simplicity and chaos, there is beauty in violent paranoia, there is beauty in no taboos, and there is beauty in humility and paranoia.
Intention: May these words, when they are written and sunk in the water, be filled with the seeds of joy or obstacles, the energy of light or darkness, in the karma of the intersection between you and me, fulfilling their respective practices, and eventually tending to the only existing source of light.