[ Not that bad, for the deaf, the distract, they with a perverted or incomprehensible sense of synchrony and melody, or perhaps those who never have or never intend to partake of the qin. Certainly. There are values of tolerance within this world that do not necessarily ordain a man to nausea.
But the shudder that walks down Lan Wangji's spine mercilessly confronts with the reality of his vulnerability. The permanence of his wistful fragility to the ugliness of the world. Gusu Lan is the province of aesthetic, of beauty in purity, in substance and shape and shine.
It rattles him to behold imperfection paraded as 'attempt,' as if intent dresses failure in more than childish vulgarity. He does not excuse it. He removes his hand, sits it patiently at the end of his back, drinks in the silence. ]
True artists persevere in practice. Diligence is the root.
[ By all that is dear, persevere. ] Let us seek the shrine.
[ Only a graveyard of possibilities, after all, lined up for search and wander. He does not ask himself how many they'll approach in vain — perhaps if they divide, they may yet hold hope to conquer. ]
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But the shudder that walks down Lan Wangji's spine mercilessly confronts with the reality of his vulnerability. The permanence of his wistful fragility to the ugliness of the world. Gusu Lan is the province of aesthetic, of beauty in purity, in substance and shape and shine.
It rattles him to behold imperfection paraded as 'attempt,' as if intent dresses failure in more than childish vulgarity. He does not excuse it. He removes his hand, sits it patiently at the end of his back, drinks in the silence. ]
True artists persevere in practice. Diligence is the root.
[ By all that is dear, persevere. ] Let us seek the shrine.
[ Only a graveyard of possibilities, after all, lined up for search and wander. He does not ask himself how many they'll approach in vain — perhaps if they divide, they may yet hold hope to conquer. ]