Since returning to Formosa, I have encountered many situations beyond words. I realized that using nicknames can imply a lack of respect, and addressing someone directly by their surname is considered rude. This reminds me of an ancient teaching: "Teaching by words is inferior to teaching by example, and teaching by example is inferior to teaching by environment." In this context, "environment" (Jing) can extend to the state of meditative absorption (Samadhi), yet it also reflects the reality of human relationships. Enduring this is painful. This is clearly explained in the philosophies of Laozi and Zhuangzi. Despite having only a primary school level of Chinese, I somehow possess a deep understanding of classical texts. I find Taoist scriptures easy to comprehend, as if I am experiencing them personally. Energy manifests in various forms, and religious energies differ from one another. As someone in arts and visual effects, I find these impossible to replicate. My reflection is that after WWII, many lost their heritage and family upbringing. Everything started from scratch, making it impossible to learn traditional culture; most of it was destroyed. In the struggle for survival, morality was naturally lost. Now that I see things clearly, I must make a decision. It is a feeling of profound helplessness.