[I often think it is the ugly who create beauty.]
[I often think it is fools who bring forth the wise.]
[I often think it is cowards who highlight heroes.]
[I often think it is the masses who enlighten the Buddha.]
[Then, where is the path to redemption for all unfortunate destinies? If the wisdom of understanding can lead us to find the path to redemption, can everyone acquire such wisdom and understanding?]
[——"Me and the Earth Altar"]
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February's early spring is very cold, with vast regional differences. Even if the City Guardian Department is bathed in warm sunlight, the small cities near the northern lands are already engulfed by heavy rain.
The taxi driver is reluctant to turn on the air conditioning. He grips the steering wheel tightly, shivering under the damp and cold car windows. The lights of the traffic signals sweep over the face of the young passenger in the back seat, like swimming fish in red and green.
