Notes on Yin Fu

Everything has its way. Tao is stealing. Heaven and earth, the thief of all things. All things are stolen by men. Man is the thief of all things. In this invisible web of heaven, there are no accidents and no freedom. Occasionally, someone notices its existence and tries to break free. They laugh wildly, cry, or smash through the sky with their flesh and blood. But they don't know that those seemingly heroic struggles are just gaps left by this big network to operate more smoothly. Until all their strength was exhausted, they finally understood that they could not defeat the fate of heaven. But they didn't disappear completely. They left a mark on their own place. That mark cannot change any outcome and does not produce any power. It just proves that there was once a soul that was "unwilling" for a moment. Thousands of years later, a person who has lost all sense will read these marks in this ruins. He doesn't know who he is or who he loves. All he knew was that he didn't want to be a part of this heaven. In those cold fragmentary marks, he will understand one thing—— In this world where even breathing is calculated, the only real existence is not to defeat or transcend, but to be read.