Wanchain's Space

Once upon a time, there was a famous Buddhist scholar who was also a very talented artist. One day, he displayed his paintings at home. Near the end of his exhibition, there was a row at his door. There was a blind man who wanted to come in to see his paintings. The guards refused his entry, and thus the row. The blind man was a highly trained Zen master. His Zen skill was at the level of "蚊翼蜂动 土下蚁行". He could distinguish whether the wind was generated by the wings of a mosquito or a bee, and what kind of ants was walking in the soil under the feet. The artist let the blind man in. The blind man asked if he could touch a painting. The artist said yes. The blind man touched a painting, and was able to sense the thoughts and emotions of the artist while he was stroking the paint brush on the canvas. The blind man said, "You have a lot of pride in you. You are craving for recognition. But I guess that is normal for an ordinary man. I am here to listen to your pain...

Looking back, 2012 was an eventful year for me. First quarter , buried in work. Highest record was 16 hours straight, on a few occasions. Then there were 15, 14, 13 hours non-stop.  It was my last quarter in external financial reporting. Second quarter , met another con artist. Well, I encountered two last year, but first one was forgettable. I was grateful for the encounters, as they allowed me to see a side of society which I would otherwise not have the opportunity to see. Third quarter , moved to another province and then moved back. I attended acupuncture sessions for eight months, before I moved. The change of sceneries changed my perspectives on a few things. Fourth quarter , realized one of my goals for the year plus more. A lot of what happened are quite extraordinary. I worked ten months in 2012 (for two employers), and vacationed for two. Jia Jia and I completed our first circuit around the world on Christmas Day. The most invaluable harvests from my t...

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The MUJI gel based ink likes to form balls. I opened the cap of this sky blue pen, and the ink ball flew out and hit Jia Jia. Sent from my Samsung Infuse 4G(tm) via the Rogers network

I was quite moved when I heard that my Saudi pen pal thanked his god for the accident he got into, although he suffered a loss and was quite inconvenienced by it.  I thought he would be distressed or such, but he was surprisingly gentle, not calm.  We could not find someone like that in the West.  We go mad.  ^_^ I am a free thinker with a shallow understanding of some major religions of the world.  My understanding is that a true Muslim would think that way.  In Chinese, I think the closest concept to their إن شاء الله‎‎ is 随缘，which is my core modus operandi.  So I understand how they think, to some extent. My understanding is that the Muslims in the West is not the same as a typical Muslim in the Middle East.  The ones from the West are like Chinese restaurants in the West, ie. westernized Chinese food, not the real thing.  There are certain ways of thinking and behaving of a true Muslim, but that is hard to find in the West. ...

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