Even in small shards it emanates brilliance.
Above all, these broken pieces remind us what is truly of value in our lives...
When we have lived as much as we are going to, arriving at life's last stop,
is there a single solitary thing that will come with us?
The things I possess right now are not originally mine.
They are only things that have been placed in my care temporarily.
Whether material objects or fame, intrinsically none of it can be my possession.
All these things are just secondary, following me along like a shadow, as I reside here in this space for the moment.
An excerpt from At the Last Stop of Life by Beop Jeong found in May All Beings Be Happy