The hope that truth may be of use
It is because I reject lies and running away that I am accused of pessimism; but this
rejection implies hope—the hope that truth may be of use.
The monk made the bamboo come alive, capturing the sounfds of the universe and bringing them into the room. Long, deep, haunting tones vibrated in my chest. The notest demanded introspection. The noise of the rain somehow accentuated the silence between each phrase, adding an inconceivable dimension to the music.