Once, near Chang’an, Master Cheng told me:
“Shaman, the notes of your guitar travel along the river from west to east bending willows and pushing herons to fly, then persist, for a long time, on the surface of the water and resound in the murmur of the waves, but they are not so powerful as to bring down the high towers of the masters of the world who scream, oppress and distract humanity with their lies. We must find a solution.”
After saying this, the Master fell into a restless sleep and never spoke to us again.
Nicoletta, Monkey and me took a photograph.
