In the Heavens, the Paleless Moon circles above us, laughing at the follies of man. It watches silently as each generation of man wastes away into oblivion. The Sands of Time continue its eternal flow -- it pays no heed to earthly woes.
A century to man is but the blink of a second to its watchful eyes. Ignorant man -- believing in the existence of self -- fights for petty gains but brings only dust to their tiny graves. Existence is nothing... merely grains of sands in the flow of the Dao.
A speck of dust -- a lunar dew -- trickles through the Celestial Heavens. It blows over the Seven Seas and drops onto the land, sending subtle ripples through the Threads of Destiny. The Five Element gathers and burns an Eternal Flame. Hold it strong!... and keep it within the innocent heart.
Transcending all lost dimensions and shifting through sands of time, a Spirit awoken from its endless sleep. The Dao encycles its existance and the Way is know. Soon the Spirit rises forth to claim His throne.
Herewith ends the Speck of Dust. |
