There was nothing in the field. It was summer now, of course the Sun was really hot without reason. There was also no reason for Atman to bathe in the horrible sunshine. He looked around and found a big tree nearby, so he decided to sit under the cool shadow of the tree.

  He owned nothing, had nothing to do and the only thing he had was time. He used to care about external things besides the body until one day, he found it was too easy to lose them. From that day on, he decided to care about his own body until one day, he found there were so many handicapped men around the world, and the body was too fragile and easy to break. Hence he decided to care only about his mind and found it was the only strong thing, at least he thought so. If his mind was broken, then he was dead, there was no need and also possible to worry about it. Mind was the only thing in the world could be destroyed, but not defeated.

  His life was really simple in other people’s eyes, however, he still thought his life was too complicated. He often admired ant very much. It was so small an insect and could run around all day without knowing weariness. He wondered where did the ant’s energy come from? Why couldn’t he be an ant? And the ant had only one thought of seeking food every day without stop. If he could think of one thing every day without stop, surely he would do the thing best all over the world. Every time he thought of this, there were always two words coming out-‘so what?’ Besides death, these two words were the second powerful thing in the world.

  One can be rich enough to buy a country, so what? One can be pretty enough to make people all around the world crazy, so what? One can be powerful enough to destroy all other people in the world, so what? When you use these two words, all of them will just seem to be in vain. Sometimes Atman thought of being a tall tree was really nice, but tall tree was always the first target of storm. Hence Atman thought of being a small weed, small weed was always safe, but also so lonely and totally ignored by others. Being a man without care by others was mournful. Atman had a neighbor who was an old woman and hated by all fellow villagers. She could live very well without talking with others for a year. Atman admired her a little and wondered how could her heart be so strong to face all people around her coldly. One day, Atman understood that it wasn’t because her heart was strong, just avarice filled her heart full and left no place for other things.