I think that I have been meditating alone in the depths of the river and sea for thousands of years, and it has not hindered anyone.
It probably started a thousand years ago, maybe ten thousand years? Can't remember.
I feel the endless darkness from the deepest abyss in the east, gently and softly, like the most lingering seaweed, touching it with her soft fingertips all the time, with nowhere to escape. I thought it was my extraordinary endurance that enabled me to become an immortal clam in the countless torrent of time. I have seen life and death, separation and reunion. Unfortunately, there is nothing to be proud of.
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