Picture Scroll of the Other Shore

Life is not born from the tearing of flesh and blood, but from "falling". When a ray of consciousness is separated from Anak, it has a "self". In the process of falling, this ray of consciousness was rotated by desire, dyed by obsession, and finally turned into red anger, blue melancholy, or dark despair. The body is just a "coat" that the soul puts on in order to walk in the material world. It is a container, a medium, and the shadow of color cast in reality. We are born on a retrograde pilgrimage. The body is growing and the soul is burning. Until the moment of death, this coat called "flesh" is broken, and the soul fades away from the stained colors, washes away the lead, and turns into a pure light again, flowing upstream and returning to the original white. So, what is life? Life is a dream made by the source. The body is the scene of the dream, and the soul is the role you play in the dream.