If the real me does not exist, then what is "I"?
Do I exist in the human heart, or am I a combination of molecules in physics.
It seems that I am living a plain life, and my existence seems to be insignificant. What is my meaning in this world?
I am a jade and a stone. I have plenty of time to see, wait, and understand.
But throughout their lives, they may only understand a little bit of what love is.
Intent: Relaxing meditation, thinking about life, escaping the bitter taste of difficulties