Chapter 6 window outside the window

window outside the window --------------- Macao, Summer 2002; Myanmar, Spring 1998 the windows We carefully inspected the furnishings in the room, compared the proportions and sizes of the furniture, and even studied the color and material of the walls. We found that there was a window in the corner of the living room. The window is already there, but we often regard the window as inevitable, and don't pay much attention to the shape and character of the window. Until one day you walk into a sealed space without windows, you may suddenly realize the importance of the window. Start to pay attention to the window, outside the window and inside the window, two worlds.A window is also a door, pushing in and out is the beginning and end of experience.

I often think that the shape of the window also affects how a person sees the world.A church in a busy city in Macau has windows with well-proportioned ellipses, lined up in a row with a gentle and honest rhythm. Such windows are especially suitable for angels to come in and out. Once when I was traveling in the Arabian desert, the houses along the road were piled up with mud bricks, and there was often only a small window on the huge mud wall.The windows, too, were frameless, in square shapes and odd geometric shapes.Imagine the light projected into the interior through these three-pointed and octagonal windows, what a strange and interesting world it is.

I also passed through the mountainous area, and there is a prominent castle of the Tu Emperor on the head. The thick stone walls have a kind of fortified aura.It wasn't until I walked in and climbed up the seemingly endless stairs that I realized that the stone walls were full of small holes, these windows were also gunpoints, and outside the windows were invading enemies. This is a very boring thing. It was that time in Myanmar that left the deepest impression on me.Walking into the temple complex with a radius of several miles and looking east and west, a small house in front of you is said to be the residence of a certain abbot monk before his death.The house is really small, but there are windows on all sides. I even wonder if this is actually a pavilion?It's just that there is a sitting statue of the monk with gold-rimmed glasses hanging on his face outside each window. He looks out from morning to night on three hundred and sixty-five days a year. How can it be unclear what scenery in the world outside the window?It's just that all of this is nothing in the eyes of the monk. When the window is opened, what you see and what you don't see are all related to yourself.