Rule #8
If copy parallels many times can happen a mutation, and they become alive. Parallel growing, reach for the sun.
📷 2020
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Su Zi said, "Even the guest knows the relationship between my husband's water and the moon. The passage of time is like this, but it has not yet passed away. Those who are full of emptiness are like that, but their deaths do not fluctuate. If you observe them from their changes, then heaven and earth cannot be seen for a moment; if you observe them from their unchanged state, then both things and I are endless, and why envy them! And between my husband, heaven and earth, things have their own masters, and if they are not my own, I cannot take a single thing. Only the clear breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard as sound, and the beauty can be seen with my eyes. It is an endless treasure of the Creator, and what I and my son share is inexhaustible. Suitable
The guest smiled with joy, washing the cup and drinking more. The dishes are all gone, and the cups and plates are in a mess. Lying together in the boat, unaware of the whiteness of the East.
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What Was It All For?
This question lingers in the aftermath of destruction. Wars rage across lands, between nations, among us, and even within ourselves. Yet, after all the fighting, after all the loss— for there is no true victory in war—only one truth remains: it was needed.
Picture yourself in a war-torn landscape. As you walk through the ruins, you see a small child swinging, untouched by the chaos surrounding them—a symbol of the innocence sacrificed in the name of conflict. The closer you approach, the more you hear what its quiet movement through the wreckage asks:
Why do we tear each other down when what we truly seek is to lift one another up? What do we gain from war when everything that matters is already here, waiting to be cherished?
As you ponder these questions, you continue moving through the ruins. Not far away, a silhouette catches your eye; it seems to be reading. You can hardly believe what you see, but as you draw nearer, it becomes undeniably real. Someone sits with a book in hand, finding solace in words while the world crumbles around them. Why? you ask yourself.
Reflecting on this person's behavior, you realize that the simple act of reading—of understanding—becomes a silent protest against destruction. It serves as a reminder that wisdom, peace, and reflection are the true paths to strength, not violence and greed.
Now, you return to your own reality. What you’ve experienced for those few moments is not merely a story of destruction, but a reflection on its futility. In the end, wars, whether waged between countries, each other or within our souls, leave us with nothing but remnants of what could have been. It is these moments of quiet humanity that endure—moments that urge us to ask:
Why fight when what remains is the very thing we sought to protect all along: each other?
Humanité Inaltérable. 🌹
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Autumn leaves fall gracefully, covering the paths and lake surface. The sunlight shines through the sparse branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadow. The air is filled with a faint fruity aroma and the joy of harvest, making people immerse themselves in this tranquility and warmth. Every fallen leaf carries the traces of time, telling the cycle of seasons and the inheritance of life. On a spring afternoon, the gentle sunshine falls on the branches of the old locust tree, interweaving golden spots with tender green leaves to create a vivid picture. A gentle breeze blows by, carrying a faint floral fragrance and the freshness of the soil, as if it can blow into one's heart, taking away all worries and exhaustion. Under the tree, a group of children were playing and frolicking, their laughter clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature, making people involuntarily smile and their mood particularly relaxed. In the distance, the fields are lush with greenery, and a sea of rapeseed flowers shines with golden light in the sunshine, complementing the blue sky and white clouds with a charming beauty that makes people feel relaxed and happy. Occasionally, one or two butterflies dance gracefully among the flowers, adding a touch of vitality and energy to this peaceful spring day. At this moment, I am sitting quietly under the old locust tree, holding a good book in my hand. In my ears are the laughter of children and the occasional sounds of cows and sheep in the distance. My heart is filled with love and gratitude for life. This ordinary yet beautiful time seems to be the most precious treasure in life, making people intoxicated and unwilling to wake up.
