September 19^th, 2025

The wind arises in the remotest corners of the world. It circulates through the hills and marshes, then wafts across embankments and roads, always expanding and permeating, until it finally flows against your windows, railings, and inner curtains, never to depart.

When you lean back on your chair and observe it, is there not something to be learned from it? Its force comes from whatever it runs up against. It does not exert itself and so is never tired.

Its shape comes from what it encounters. It does not take on its own shape and so is never exhausted. Try looking at it this way.