we have worlds beyond the worlds, we have mountains beyond the mountains, yet the legend is always the same, yet death is never the truth, but the limitation, yet death is never the limitation, but the only metaphor. If I write rose, it blooms in my hand; If I die, I am the flesh of void.
人间|||||||||||解开束缚解开丢掉成见忘记自我真实的人间荒诞的人间自己的影子所投射不到的人间最后圣途的尽头是另一次红尘的开头||||||||前十|第二次看巨牛jodorowsky就是个艺术家“you would have written the history, but we've already forgotten you.”