Changes taken place without consciousness these years and passion stood still and deeply in heart make me go forward with no definite destination.
We have learned a great deal from our parents or someone more experienced that whatever we do is somewhat climbing a mountain. We feel it easy to be done because we are at a steady stage . We try hard just to pull up one of our legs to be a little higher because we are at a steep slope. We make the choice to continue this sort of misery or to end it now .
I don't know what I may seem to the world, but, as to myself, I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea shore,
and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, while the great ocean of truth stands still.
