As I passed by, this bell’s emptiness stopped me. Is it the form of an object that defines its existence or its function?
This bell will never ring, it will just hang as an upside down chalice, greeting every passerby.
But it will never ring.
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As I passed by, this bell’s emptiness stopped me. Is it the form of an object that defines its existence or its function?
This bell will never ring, it will just hang as an upside down chalice, greeting every passerby.
But it will never ring.
People say context is everything…
I think this can be taken in a couple ways.
Always remember: Stay on the Path.