Chapter 139 Eight Faiths, Laws

A few more words. We condemn churches full of conspiracy and despise the authority of the regime, but we always respect the kind of people who think about problems. We salute those who kneel. Faith is necessary for human beings.He who believes in nothing will not be happy. People do not become idlers because they concentrate on meditation.There are tangible labor and intangible labor. Mindfulness is labor, thinking is action.Crossed arms work, closed palms make a difference.Gazing at the sky is also a kind of performance. Thales sat still for four years, he laid philosophy. From our point of view, a meditator is not an idler, and a recluse is not an idler.

It is a serious matter to travel to the land of darkness and obscurity. Without willfully distorting what we have just said, we think it is proper for the world to dwell on the grave.On this point, priests and philosophers agree. "Men are mortal," said the Abbot of the Trappist Order and Horace. Not forgetting death in life is the law of the sages and the law of ascetic monks.In this regard, monks and philosophers agree. Material prosperity we need, consciousness of the sublime we cling to. An impetuous man says: "What do the idols who sit motionless on the brink of death want? What use are they? What do they do?"

well!There is darkness all around us and waiting for us, and we do not know what the boundless scattering will do to us, so we answer: "Perhaps those men have done a great job." And we must add: "Perhaps no work more efficiently.” There have to be some who keep praying for the prayerless. We believe that the key to the problem is the amount of thought contained in prayer. Leibniz in prayer is great, Voltaire in worship is magnificent. "Voltaire looked to God." We oppose all religions in order to protect them. We believe in the emptiness of scripture and the excellence of prayer.

Moreover, in the moment we are in now—a moment that luckily leaves no traces of the nineteenth century, a moment when so many people hang their heads down, in a moment full of pride in pleasure and pursuit of short-lived In the environment of the walking dead, where material comforts are the priority, those who withdraw from the world are always respectable.A monastery is a place of retreat, and self-sacrifice without meaning is always sacrifice.There is greatness in the practice of a grave error as a vocation. If we place the monastery, and especially the nunnery—for in our society women suffer most, and in that cloistered life there are solemn promises—in the light of truth, Analyzing it fairly and thoroughly from every point of view, in its essence, on an ideal scale, we find that there is something undeniably majestic about women's convents.

We point out the terribly austere and dreary monastic life, which is not life, because there is no freedom, and it is not a grave, because it is not complete, but a strange place where one feels as if on the top of a mountain. On one side we can see the world we are in now, and on the other side we can see the world we are about to go to, that is the narrow area where the two worlds border, where the mist is vaguely hidden between the two worlds, the essence of life The afterglow and the dark color of death complement each other, which is the half-bright light in the tomb. As for us, we do not believe what these women believe, but we live in faith as much as they do, when we think of these fearful women of faith and sincerity, these humble and serious hearts who dared to live in the world of mystery On the edge of life, guarding between the rejected world and the unopened heaven, facing the invisible brilliance, only relying on a little so-called self-knowledge in my heart to lead to supreme happiness, yearning for the abyss and the unknown world, with two eyes Staring at the stillness of the darkness, kneeling on both knees, excited, astonished, and trembling in the chest, sometimes a long wind from space blows them up, when we think of those situations, we can't help feeling moved, and Surprised and respected, as if seeing a god, feelings of compassion and admiration arise spontaneously.