Heavy Equipment Scattered

God, are you blinded and entangled in silk? Can you see through it? Is it wrapped in a cocoon to close off the five senses and tighten the heart? How to face the corners of human heart? How to deal with the proud but corrupt self? If you see it, what makes you as calm as a moonlit lake? Or do you just not care? The sun and the moon are constantly changing, the stream is meandering forward, and the four seasons are always rotating as usual. Is this myriad of things just a music box spinning quietly on the corner of your desk? Listening to its melody, can you feel his/her death, his/her cry, his/her pain, and his/her confusion? Did you lose your mind and shed tears because of this? Have you ever regretted it?