The Way

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Tao, can be Tao. No, Chang Dao. Things in the world are unpredictable, and what you pursue, think about, and think about may not be what you originally wanted in the end. Sometimes, when you think you are close, you are actually already far away. People are always thinking about questions about life, self, destiny and death, and they always want to find answers that are different from those of their predecessors. However, in this vast world, how many people can really see through this misty life? I can't. I can't understand the worldly things, I can't understand them, I can't see them through them, I can't think them through them, they can be transformed into thousands of things, and they can change endlessly. Maybe we really just stand at a certain point and look at the scenery that our predecessors have seen, but everyone's thoughts are different. Only after we have gone through the baptism of wind and rain can we better understand the variables of fate. Author's reply: A friendly reply. The middle part of this story contains some very subtle and practical things, but I can't see it clearly. A long time ago, I really liked asking questions like Jianxue, about the meaning of life, but later I stopped asking them altogether. Maybe time is the only answer.

Tsk tsk, fellow Taoist... Fellow Taoist...

Only when the memory is gone can it be considered destroyed. XD. . . . . . . Author's reply: Haha, I really think so. It was true before, but now that I see the traces of the Thunderbolt Sword, I believe it even more.