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玲珑玉佛千手

挺秀秋菊一枝

２０１３ 对联

上联：为人处世不争无忧
下联：天地道理无中生有
横批：自然如此

上联： 一人一佛一炉香
下联：听风看雨晒太阳
横批：家在蓬莱

The greatest gifts in life

One of the greatest gifts I got in life is my mother, so that I learn to not to become a person like her.
Another greatest gift is my husband, so that I learn that I should not live for other people's perception and for vanity.
The last greatest gift is the squirrel, so that I learn that one can be happy for so little & trivial things or nothing!
 

An idea to make time and space disappear

Imagine a fly and a moving train. Imagine that the wagon signifies the passing of time - it crosses a space at a speed and with its passing, there is passing of time. Time is light travels through space.

If the fly is outside of the train, if the moment when the trains passes it is "present", then the moment when the fly saw the train approaching would be "the past", and after the train passes it, the "future". To the fly which is in another space than the train, time exists.

If the fly is inside the train, it is "with the light", the train will not pass by it, the fly is always in the "present". So time stops because the fly is part of the traveling light. However, in this case, to the both the fly and the train, there is still the change of space. Space exists.

The fly's limitation is that it can only be at one place at a time (outside of the train or inside of the train) and it can not be the train which is the light.

However, imagine a "being" that is so vast that it encompasses all the universe, meaning that the traveling light is part of it, so is the space outside it. It is omnipresent and impermeable to everything existent. To this "being" which is all light, all space and objects, nothing exists despite all the movements and perception of time and space perceived by various objects.

Is this the "Void" in Buddhism? Or is this God in all religions? Can this theory be scientifically confirmed?


 

飛騨.奈良

飛騨古川


飛騨深山難覓
清酒先醉古川
紅椒黃柿窗前
老剎青松後面
高台花車巷裏
世外桃園這邊

奈良.鹿園


靈山秀水尤物
造化非出偶然
神行萬宇古寺
逐鹿不去中原

奈良.吉城園


一溪二亭三分地
吃茶偏愛羅浮山
先雨後晴雲半遮
羽化哪用去登天

奈良.秋


無邊紅葉未落盡
小鹿舔苔痕尤青
若草冷溪淬晨鍾
老僧熟筆煉秋聲

Pilgrimage (Part 1)

When I was approaching my thirties, I decided that something big, bad and remarkable had to happen.
The bottom line is, youth was too vigorous, abundant and uncontrollable for an inexperienced fool like me. I was always slow, ignorant and naïve. When other girls already figured out what life is about and sharpened their knives for all the victims, I was still happily laying under life’s guillotine.
On top of that, I worked day and night to enroll myself into one of the fancy MBA programs, to be precise, in one of the Grande Ecoles created by the defeatable but still glorious Napoleon, only to find myself surrounded by equally arrogant cretins wishing to upgrade their lives in the fastest way. Have you ever seen a hundred gamblers holding the same ticket claiming they won the same lotto number?
Worst, I have been sleeping with a man with above average sexual and social behavior scores. One night the man called me up, said that he was married and was expecting a baby, hung up the phone and was heard no more. I felt I was a religiously vulnerable martyr of hit and run, not to say the thousands of francs I spent to call him from my French scholarship! But after all, sentimental education is essential in the French system. It is money worth spending than many of the government sponsored programs.
So what can I do before I reach my 30s? A speedy marriage? Self mutilation? A murder or a suicide? I chose the pilgrimage from Paris to Chartres.
The advocates of the pilgrimage were some Colombians and a few officers from the military school Saint Syr in my class. One of the officers was an air force pilot, who was supposed to aim targets from ten thousand meters in the sky and fire precisely. In one of the speed reading classes, he was to find out a few words from a page but he never managed to do it. Another one was always selling fois gras from his father’s little village in Auvergne during class breaks, a business model he found much useful than the case studies taught. The third one was from the Navy, and brought me to his little flat that he shared with a comrade in Rue de Commerce. I saw a lovely and super clean apartment with a big bed covered in snow white sheet. An impeccably white cap with its golden cord sits in the middle of the bed. The French Navy indeed has great traditions.

Pilgrimage