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wild grass foreward

When I am silent, I feel replete; as I open my mouth to speak, I am conscious of emptiness. The past life has died. I exult over its death, because from this I know that it once existed. The dead life has decayed. I exult over its decay, because from this I know that it has not been empty. From the clay of life abandoned on the ground grow no lofty trees, only wild grass. For that I am to blame. Wild grass strikes no deep roots, has no beautiful flowers and leaves, yet it imbibes dew, water [...continue reading]

the root of all evil

The root of all evil I have always have heard was the love of money. I think that at an even deeper level the root of all evil is actually selfishness. This is a very complicated topic to consider, considering that every single choice one makes begins toward themself. I think that women and more specifically mothers are a step ahead of men in that they give birth to children and literally experience a selfless connection to their very own children as infants. Men also have the capacity for [...continue reading]

backwards

我是太慢了

周培森

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