Only by the form, the pattern,Can words or music reachThe stillness, as a Chinese jar stillMoves perpetually in its stillness.Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,Not that only, but the co-existence,Or say that the end precedes the beginning,And the end and the beginning were always thereBefore the beginning and after the end.And... Continue Reading →
Fossicking in the Rubble of the West
"Australia wages espionage offensive against China: source" - Global Times I don't have words to express my loathing of what Western culture has become, and perhaps always was, in that it apparently believes that everyone else is as deplorable, untrustworthy and morally depleted as they are. Australia, my home country, is of course no exception... Continue Reading →
Not Something Else 