Shakyamuni had lived moveless in the desert for years with his eyes stared at the sky. In his open hands, swallows were nested. One day he cried. He found out the meaning of life. “I don’t think that’s what I’m seeking for!” “What I’m seeking for is the experience of aliveness”. He thrown up every lust and wish, every honor and pain. And that led Belladonna flowers growing up from stones.
