Why do people exist?
Do you want to play with the people, do whatever you want, and regard all the pain and suffering in the world as a joke? Or do you have the slightest respect for these creatures who appear to be extremely small under the way of heaven, but are always full of enthusiasm?
Is it to be crowned with loneliness in the endless void, or to break through the shackles of the natal chart and love or hate as one pleases.
Intention: When you meet, you sign up, and when you give up, you sign up.
