The single word before sound, the word that was in the beginning, the word that sings in the womb of space: is it a word, really? Can all the eloquence on earth conceive or convey it? And when you have killed the Buddha and left the saints sobbing at his funeral, what have you come to, after all? Hello…Goodbye…I love you …Have a nice day… YUAN-WU
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