There will come a time when we lose the tree that protects us from the wind and rain. In other words, we have always been a pine and cypress, surviving countless severe winters in life on our own. We will eventually understand that we are the only backers. We want to be pine trees and not afraid of the severe cold. We want to be the sun to illuminate ourselves. We want to be birds, so high in the sky that the birds can fly. We want to be mountains, wanting to look down on everything from the top of the mountains.
Intention: The times are progressing, and we are entering an era of ideological awakening.