A person, crossing the river by feeling the stone, is attempted by the other side of a river without a bridge. As to current construction, it is to cross the river taking concrete as the bridge. Waste cement after demolition is everywhere. Demolition is much easier than relocation, because relocation means hope and happiness. Demolition leaves trashes. What is built up? Where are our home?
Since thirty-year’s exploration of cement, it seems that we have been ashored, with no trace of the bridge. No bridge, no past. Ignorantly seperate from tradition, there is no awe or inheritance. No bridge, no future. Blindly destorying the future, there is no responsibility or contribution. A times without inheritance or contribution is doomed to be temporary.
In temporary times, we are passers-by in history. We, like chickens locked in the streamed-lined cages at a fowl-run, live in isolated and identical cities. Outwardly, we enjoy modern civilization, but in deed, losing our souls, our hearts have been broken into fragments. People are utilitarian and short-sighted towards the world, and overwhelmed by greedy desires. Will this age be good?
Greed can make the world flat, but not format all the things. Sunshine is always warm, which is eternal.