In Paris, my self is like a fish in water, freely roaming its own world, enjoying all of existence’s space-time, transforming it into a hymn to life. My non-self is like a fish dissolving in water, unaware of who it is, melting into life’s atmosphere to enjoy existence, verifying life’s essence and the hymn of life. My self and non-self are two sides of one whole; only that which is perceived takes diverse forms and colorful appearances.

The ever-changing looks and magnificent colors cannot escape the original body. The vibrant colors and rich, infinite variations of form are merely the manifestation of life’s state in space-time. All this starts from the subject of one’s true nature, so the fish thrives in water, and water finds the fish. I am non-self, and non-self is me. I, I, I will become no-self, merging into heaven, earth, and the universe, becoming the “having” that turns to nothingness, the “non-being” of existence. Loving this experience of non-being within existence, the “not-being” within freedom becomes life’s highest praise.