Chapter 27 Chapter VII

Night after night, no matter winter or summer, storms and rains come and go, and the silence of sunny days is as sharp as an arrow, they accept the pilgrimage without any disturbance.Listen (if anyone else will listen), from the upstairs room of the vacant house, in all the chaos, hear only the rolling and oscillating thunder with lightning, while the sea wind and the waves chase and play, like The indescribable bodies of gigantic sea-monsters, whose brows the light of reason never penetrated, piled layer upon layer of arhats, and plunged into night and day (for day and night and years fly together invisibly Ben), playing those stupid games, until the whole universe seemed to fight and writhe aimlessly in bestial chaos and wayward desire.

In the spring, wind-blown seeds fill the garden's china urns with as much life as ever.Violets and daffodils were in bloom.However, the silence and light during the day are as strange as the chaos and turmoil at night. Those flowers, plants and trees stand there, looking ahead and looking up, but they can't see anything, they have no eyes, how terrible it is.