my friend in the coops is a smoker. he wrote a poem about smoking in chinese and read a bit of it to us. i was very moved by it.

Recently I wandered into the woods
looking for an answer.
Waiting and searching for hours,
it still eluded me.
Finally I found rest,
in these unanswered questions.

the message of grace remains a mystery everytime i learn about it. i wonder whether i will get to appreciate and experience it in its fullness this lifetime. i hope i don't take it for granted.

thank you keking for introducing me to this world