$BTC But the sun, it is both the setting sun and the rising sun every moment. When it extinguishes and descends the mountain, collecting the desolate afterglow, it is simultaneously burning on the other side, climbing to the peak, spreading the brilliant morning light.

On that day, I too will walk down the mountain in tranquility, leaning on my cane. One day, in a certain hollow of the mountain, a joyful child will inevitably come running, holding his toy.

Of course, that is not me. But is that not me?

The universe, with its unending desire, transforms a song and dance into eternity. What name this desire has in the human realm can be disregarded.