The Cloud Has No Self, the Cloud Has No Self

Life is like a rotating axis, constantly rotating, going round and round, outlining many curves out of thin air. People always hope that this curve will appear like dripping water through stone. Only when the rotating shaft stopped, did I suddenly realize that everything was nothingness. Perhaps there is still a trace of bite with other people's gears on the teeth, and then I suddenly realize that separation is so difficult, and so is meeting.