Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

They put up with such strenuous training, and where did their thoughts, their hopes and dreams, disappear to? When people pass away, do their thoughts just vanish?

Wherever there's hope there's a trial.

Among the many values in life, I appreciate freedom most.

It's because of you when I'm in bed in the morning that I can wind my spring and tell myself I have to live another good day.

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?

What I think is this: You should give up looking for lost cats and start searching for the other half of your shadow.