把所有放下；所有变成波浪，还是容易。
脱离波浪后才来找我说经。

Memories do not have a specific place in the brain;
Memories are made again and again whenever you call for it.

A master and a disciple are travelling at night.

The moon is dim and the thick fog refuses to leave tonight.

To get to the other side, they must tread pass an abandoned cemetery.

"Master, I think I hear something..."the disciple speaks.

The Master makes no reply.

"Master, I think I see something..." fear is beginning to feel real for the disciple.

The Master remains quiet.

"Master! I see a ghost in front of me! Blocking my way!" frozen at his steps, the disciple screams.

This time, the Master turns around, still not a word, takes out a rather large, empty glass jar from his sack. The disciple throws a quick glance at the jar and at that moment, he hears his Master's words - Look, Light...and in that instant, the jar is filled with moving light particles, colliding and merging into countless fireflies, escaping from the jar and filling up the dark sky. 

The fog is gone.

The Master and the disciple finally reach the other side.

"How can I do the things you do, Master? The disciple asks.

"You just did, go on, make another reality...but without me this time." Poof, the Master is gone.

In an empty space, the disciple begins to understand his true power of participation. 

The common meanings are overused, and drowning some.

那时候，真真假假，何必太在乎？
感应突破空间，没时候。

In between two energies, the middle path.
Let deception becomes revelation.