Again, I heard of the funeral music all day long. Somebody comes to the end, and some other with rebirth landing on this world.
In this world, there could have many ways for people to live. Whatever it is. It is all fine. Because everything we see, is just the view in the unique perspective. Throughout one’s life, ups and downs, happiness and sorrows, success and failures, those things he has to envisage and go by himself. He only plays the role that he is doomed to act like.
Let the memorial be as simple as it should be like with simplicity. People nearby have to live.
Any belief has its principles. A Buddha never demands disciples to keen down to surrender him as a manner of religious worship. The Jesus sacrificed himself for the majesty of well being for human beings.
Any preach, if for the purpose of being good, should be recommended. But not asked for the extraordinary exaggeration.
A friend told me his mother is such a faithful disciple. Actually, she believes in anything. Anything could bring her family fortune and health, she would trust and pray as being a loyal servant.
When he was at high school about to take part in the final exams, he was required to a local temple and pray for good luck. What important exams they were. She escorted him there, and wished a bright future and prosperity.
Hard wish. Though he tried best in exams, it seemed idealism failed. The story of him often reminds me of that unforgettable age at school studying hard for a good future.
And I learned that such a faithful servant believes in anything. He and me sometimes can’t help giggling on the phone in terms of this kind of lovely praying.
Usually, people find a must to a temple and see the Buddha before starting out their business. Or there could be workable if the Taoism advocates what is right. Some days later, such a servant could hold a red cross and carry the Holy Bible which he never reads. After the ceremony, all is positioned back as where it was. Alcohol drinking, a mouthful of carnivorous devour and smoking, all of them come to be no trace of faith.
Did the dead really know all? No. After closing eyes, there is nothing left. Only the chaotic play of funeral music, gongs, chant, inappropriate popular music, inharmonious symphony from a lame band.
To be good with somebody should be the submission and care sincerely shared when he is still alive. Beneath the earth, nothing left but a new circulation of substance.
God blessed. Amen.