The story of the black hermit

His religion was existence itself. In his mind he stood alone, but never lonely.
His horizon extended beyond the world, while his problems were no bigger than an ant.
He despised immortality, and those who had contact with him could feel the resonance of his Chi.
Silence became the source of his creativity.
In him dwelt both the thinker and the dancer.
The Brush emerged, a symbol of a dawning age. Nothing would remain as it once was.
Femininity emerged as the new force of power.
He chose to withdraw from the relentless pace of life.