The Azure Chanting Art

Among the countless people in this world, dare you shut yourself off from it all, keep to yourself, and let everyone around you make a fuss while you remain unconcerned? Guard your quiet retreat, aloof, lonesome, like a flower in a desolate desert, unwilling to release its fragrance to the breeze? ("The Solitary," Shelley) If someone were to take you and plunge you into the mortal world, to experience all the human joys and sorrows, you, who had become just like everyone else, would you sigh and say, "The bright moon from back then still shines on us as before"?