For the people who come to Digger Street because they want to live in this place, what's more important than the verb “live,” is the verb “want to live.”
Everyone came to this world without any choice; everyone is just another fragment of mirror, reflecting a segment of the continuous life of the whole.
numerous sparkles under the sun on the wave of time, the tide of eternal return, moving back and forth, up and down in history, though seldom realize that it's all driven by a distant enigmatic power of the moon, the universe.
Lives are tragically beautiful as sparkles; all the flashing excitement and pain are experienced over and over. beyond the control of individual, and should not be controlled by individual.
However, in the media and information explosion today, we are exposed to this overwhelming infinity of past and future, our vision is stretched further beyond the reach of individuals.
awaken to this new desire to avoid "the suffering of the whole," and the hope, the pain, the helplessness brought by this desire, are beyond the prison of individual
only to make individual prison a lighthouse, searching, communicating and sharing hope with other lights on the other side of the horizon; within the life cycle as part of the immutable implicit tide.
No matter how small it is at the moment, I imagine, this is a place where a few people choose to live, again - remain as individuals yet with a collective motivation to live, to enjoy lives.
we come, no matter who we already are. and stay, no matter what this place has already became. And we discover our instinct to change - ourselves and things around us.
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