A bowl accidentally falls to the ground; to the Zen master, it's like hearing the sound of the universe, every bone in his body loosening and relaxing at once.
Yet many of us nowadays can hear bowls shatter hundreds of times and feel nothing at all.
Because we live on the surface of the world: shallow joy, shallow moods, shallow work… living shallowly.
But going on a trip isn't like that.
Especially when it's a trip with no preset goals, no frantic rushing from place to place.
You're given a stretch of sky and earth, and everything else is up to you.
In that case, limited as the time may be, everyone can still arrange their days according to their own free will and throw themselves into it, body and soul.
Over the next few days—
Some people went to the nearby Heartbeat Park to play.
Some hid away in a bookstore deep in the mountains, looking out from the transparent book house at nothing but green—clear and natural—immersed in the experience of deep reading.
