The quiet valley is full of bright flowers.
If there is no one in the valley, are these flowers beautiful or ugly?
If there is no one in the valley, are these flowers still there?
Do things really have the essence of beauty? Or the nature of ugliness?
Does the judgment of beauty or ugliness belong to vision? Or consciousness?
Drink a glass of water, drink it gracefully, drink it badly, drink it morally, drink it frivolously...
Hey, isn't it just thirsty, blind.