Taoist Egg

You have seen a Taoist temple. It's not in the mountains, nor anywhere that can be marked on a map. It seems to be gently placed at the junction of time and logic, with low eaves and no dust between the tiles. Spiritual power spreads under the trees, like water passing through the cracks in the rocks. Cultivation is not meditation, but an understanding of the world - when you learn to use gravity to explain space, use cause and effect to explain choice, and use silence to explain separation, you have already entered this Taoist temple. There are people inside. Someone is waiting for news that should not come back; Some people follow their own rules for too long; Someone stood on the threshold, unsure whether to step out or stay. The protagonist of the story is not you. But you can see them - just like you are standing outside this Taoist temple, watching the lights swaying slightly on the window paper through a thin layer of fog. "Tao Guan" is not a book about cultivation. It is a long shot about observation, restraint and choice. Just sit and watch. If you want, you can follow the fog and walk in.