Chapter 2 instant eternity

What is drifting away is short-lived, trembling like dead leaves falling into the misty valley?That which lives and returns forever is eternal, like the golden sun rising after setting?Is the moment of impermanence that arises, ceases, and ceases to exist for a while, in front of the eyes of scattered life, is it really an incomprehensible red, green, and green mist? If this is the case, where can a life like morning dew in a sporadic life find a flowering tree to entrust this delicate body that quietly dissolves with the transition from dawn to early morning? However, this is not necessarily the case, it depends on the time intention in the mind and its imaginary imagination.The combination of burning love, super spirituality and intoxicating memories depends on the way of thinking as a real person.

Poet Blake's poem goes: Put infinity in the palm of your hand, Eternity is collected in a flash. How can a finite life driven by death grasp eternity in a moment?What conditions are required for this? Flowers are not permanent, they will wither when they bloom.The flower that blooms again is no longer the flower that has already bloomed. The flower that has bloomed cannot be repeated. The flower that blooms is that one, a miserable and self-pitying lone star in the galaxy.In an instant, it was like a petal falling red. However, for human beings, the instant is not the inevitable moment of ecstasy.Some people have no relationship with instants all their lives, because instants only appear when someone dedicates their body to a world as white and transparent as ice.However, devotion is related to the loss of oneself: can a moment of trembling mind become eternal, why does "he" have such a difficult extravagant hope?Because "he" lost the smile that once made "his" heart vibrate inexplicably.Losing things is all too common in life, it is a constant form of nature.Isn't life made up of countless losses and endless regrets?Why miss the big eyes that occasionally flashed behind the enigmatic curtain.It is too mysterious, too fleeting, and therefore too mesmerizing.However, with loss comes erotic stillness and spiritual numbness.Sinking into numbness, numbness into sinking, how many sentient beings buried their youthful flesh and blood in this numb sinking.

Is it necessary to lose self if you sink into numbness?Numbness may also be jolted awake by the reflective strings of memory.In the middle of the dead night, the bells of silent prayer sounded in the dark and remote recess.That is the heart is praying and knocking on the spirit, asking her to explain where the dream has drifted to. In the depths of Liaoluo's heart, in the temporal life that is inseparable from Lingluo's life, what Lingluo's life really grasps with flesh and blood is not the time that passes outside, but the time that has been deeply experienced in the heart.The experienced inner time is the transcendental premise of turning the moment into eternity, sublimating the fleeting drunken dream into a permanent state of mind.

But to grasp the time that has been experienced in the heart is difficult for all living beings who are driven by death to do so.The pursuit of external vanity, the oppression of profit, and all kinds of corrupt stereotypes in society have corrupted people's spirituality and numb their sensibility.In a hurry, we often lose the time we have experienced in our hearts. Didn't "he" lose the smile that made "his" heart tremble inexplicably?In order to get rid of the numb feeling of life, to catch a glimpse of the divine light of the experienced inner time, and to turn the drifting drunken dream into an eternal tranquility, there must be a necessary premise: after reflection based on memory .

Memory frees us from the staleness of the external laws of time.Before the end of the chance life, the past is still the starting point from which to start.The moment in the inner time that once made Zong Zong's soul tremble becomes the memory of the soul's history.Once the moment that becomes a memory is recaptured by the inner time urged by the eager love, it becomes the power to liberate the indescribable sensibility.Memories are the wheels of this liberating force.Memories block the flow of cause and effect in the heart, bid farewell to the external constant laws that have nothing to do with the spirituality that is nowhere to be found, and throw away the interference of the so-called inevitable force on spiritual fantasy and pure reflection.The purity and depth supported by memory, staring at the clear river, forgetting oneself and sacrificing one's life.Therefore, reflection on memory is deeper than ordinary reflection.

Memories, of course, are more than simply reviving past events, cherishing them with elegiac emotion.Memories are a kind of enlightenment of the soul, just like the Christian sense of confession, which is the soul's cleansing of itself.This cleansing is with burning tears, tears of thirst for new life.It is in this sense that memory is a kind of thinking.All it thinks is, where do the scattered souls go. Because of this kind of external nature that does not seek grievances and grievances, and only looks at the death situation of one's own soul, and because this kind of thinking does not involve logic, it only follows the tenderness of faith and the sympathy guided by the Holy Son, it occurs suddenly cause a general tremor.The reflection of memory is the only way for the bound soul to regain its lost youth, and the vast and thirsty desert blows a light green flute in the distance.

"He" enters the reflection of memory through dead silence and numb tremors.The reflection of memory made it possible for him to catch the drunken laughter that was gone. Is the mere reflection of memory enough to seize the moment and treasure eternity in it?cannot.There is another necessary condition missing here.I have to ask again, what do you think about in the reflection of memory?The reflection of memory cannot be thought casually, it must think about what must be thought: what have the heart and blood been devoted to? Frost's poem goes: Two curved path stretches in autumn forest

What a pity I can't scout them all at the same time For a long time I watched a far away Watch it wriggle and disappear into the bushes... The reconnaissance path cannot be repeated, and the external time is irreversible.To tread the trails is to dedicate flesh and blood together with spirituality and imagination. But the object of a moment's spirituality and imagination may also be death or insensitivity, demons or hypocrisy.The footprints we have walked cannot be erased, and the dedicated spirituality and imagination can only become an elegy at best.How nice it would be if we knew in advance which way to go, which path to follow!

It is impossible to explore the two-bend path, and it is impossible to linger at the intersection of the path. The body and mind like duckweed floating by chance must be dedicated.To avoid going astray, one must go beyond.Beyond what, the desolation and arrogance in life.Because people are lost in the floating world when they enter the world, only transcendence can guide people's dedication. Transcendence is premised on reflection.Reflection draws the mind into a clear and quiet detachment, and enables the soul to ask whether its devotion is to a tyrannical demon or to the whole of life.When the reflection of memory thinks to this level, it thinks to the root of what should be thought.Because dedicating oneself is the root of the spirit of several tears, one must find the dedicating Holy Spirit who can live and die for it, otherwise there will be no oblique branches to return to.Reflection frees the mind from the hustle and bustle and traces, and true dedication is possible.Without reflection on this premise, blind dedication can only be an unconscious and tragic degradation of self-destructive life.Dedication is to get close to the real god after reflecting and purifying the soul, and to realize the whole of life at the moment of death.In this encyclopedia, life and death, dream and waking, movement and stillness are completely detached.

The essence of devotion is to love with heart and blood, because love is the most thorough devotion, which requires the lover to sacrifice everything in order to give tenderness to the loved one.Andersen's revelation revealed the secret that one can sacrifice one's life for the happiness of one's loved ones.Dedicating one's own love is to love with heart and blood. Unwarranted love is beyond all ideas, rules, laws, laws, and also beyond necessity, cause and effect, and time.Existence for no reason can't change the world, because the scattered life is not the designer of this world.However, the scattered life can go beyond this world, that is, beyond the world of cause and effect, necessity and time.Only the moment of love captured with heart and blood is eternal.At that moment, the door to the whole of life was opened for no reason.It calls me, a whistle from the trance-green beyond.I remembered the protagonists in the novels "Cold Autumn", "Lu Xia", etc. by the Russian writer Bunin.All they have in life is a night in a cold autumn, a few days of sunshine in a summer, or even a moment of sacrifice for love, and the rest of their lives are just superfluous dreams.Every time I think of them, I feel like I am on the verge of death.

The moment of melting with heart and blood is the eternity of life and death.Although it is hidden in the impermanence of birth and death, and is urged by the momentary fall of a lonely cloud-like life experience, it is this dedicated love that makes our scattered life become a human spirit.The poet Nietzsche traced the relationship between memory and devotion: remember Memories of something prettier than me: —I see it, I see it, And die like this! ………… That which is gone is eternal. Beijing in 1983