Lau Tiam Kok

The teaching and effort of all, of all, Philosophies, Science, Technologies, Arts, And Poetry, Is to return us to our origins. But, we can't go back as we were, We only can become, Merely become... Ghosts.

...So I have followed you. I have come to distant cities and hills to catch you in the wind and rain. I have walked to the edge of cliffs and the bank of winding rivers to wonder bits and stars. Did you know?

...and all these distances become the place I run to when the dark rises, when I want your ghost to come to warm my winter sky and watch my summer stars.

All will pass: our achievements and failures, loves and hates, religions and science, but this will remain: the wonderer looking into the distance, the mist rising over the horizon.