And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.

We are living in a world where everything is false. The society is like bright paint applied on top of rotten wood.

Why do you think you are missing something you never had?

I'd like to be more forgiving. There are times when I've had a hard time forgiving people who have betrayed me.

Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

Seeing her this last time, I threw myself on her body. And she opened her eyes slowly. I was not scared. I knew she could see me and what she had finally done. So i shut her eyes with my fingers and told her with my heart: I cah see the truth, too. I am strong, too.