Tao, China's native religion. A fantasy world, rich imagination, ancient legends, thoughts on life and all things in the world, the transformation of humans into immortals and gods, and the transformation of gods into humans. Just like Zhou Gong dreaming of a butterfly, I don't know what is a dream and what is reality.
The connected world is endlessly changing, but ultimately the people who exist in this world have the pursuit of romantic immortality flowing in their blood. In order to seek immortality, to become an immortal, to seek nature, or to seek the path of king's hegemony... Each has different goals, but one step at a time is endless. Seeking the Tao, is it a kind of relief at this time, or is it more difficult to extricate yourself from the deep trap? A short period of time passes, leaving a useless body. Tao is also a kind of spiritual sustenance, permeating the human body's joys, sorrows, joys, and separations.
Asking is also asking about life, asking is also asking about oneself.