Glued to the Void I
Glued to the Void II
He was enjoying a good dinner. His mother said, "You're very quiet. Don't you have anything to share?"
"If everything is an empty void, who is it that cognises this lovely taste?"
He did not say it. He smiled at his mother and pleaded with his eyes to be excused from the act of speech.
He was five years old when the teacher had recruited him. His parents had hesitated because of the long distance of separation from the school. Yet the teacher Bocun had a reputation of creating exalted persons from the greedy and faulty personality of an inhabitant of the world. Besides, Lan had been attracted to Bocun himself and had thrown tantrums to be taken back home from the teacher who was visiting their area.
Trained to be silent and uphold the value of stillness, Bocun's students lived on a simple diet in a secluded environment, hardly even conversing with each other.
Lan tried to answer his own question about taste and cognition with the help of the discipline he had practised in his school. There was no answer. Now at home in his flourishing town, he hardly felt at home. A question which taunted him more was why long years of the esteemed Bocun's training had left him so unprepared for life.
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