Everyone has thought about what they will look like when they are old, and I am no exception. There are all kinds of identities in my imagination here. Here, I am ever-changing, but the only thing that remains unchanged is the aging of my body. Why don't you make a cup of tea with me, an old guy, or drink it, or sip it lightly, and listen to me chatting for a while.
Intention: Thick suffering, small but ubiquitous warmth, this is life.