What truly resonates with me, and I hope you will remember for a long time to come, is what he said next.
You must have taken a plane on your way to this temple, right? “He asked, clearly knowing the answer.
I nodded.
He asked me, “Did it get cloudy when you left?” I replied with a smile, “Britain is always cloudy.
” “So,” he said, “you know, if you get on a plane and pass through one end of those clouds, there will be no clouds on the other end, only a blue sky.
Even if there are large, gloomy clouds, the blue sky will always exist.
” It cannot be denied that he is right, after all, I have flown many times over those years.
Therefore, “he shrugged and said,” the sky is always blue.
“He laughed to himself, as if everything I needed to know was in this sentence – to some extent, it was indeed true.
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