We live outside ourselves.
Maybe the meeting is not real, and death does not declare death. The upper three gates and the lower six gates are the nightmare of reincarnation for fallen angels. There is no black or white, and no interlacing of black and white. Everything should be gray. Black becomes ink, white becomes water, black and white eat each other, can the mountain marks be blurred?
May you be the purest gray with no regrets.
Concept: This world is always pure gray.