"With that pure heart that sent messages by registered mail at Christmas and New Year's, why couldn't you have given a gift to the young one? Didn't you learn the beauty of forgiveness and breathe warm love into him? Didn't he respond to my five-year-old gift with a big, beautiful, and warm gift?"
--- p.22

The duck hunting dog's name was Ddoldol, and the female shepherd was Gapsooni and the male was Gapdol.
But these puppies played with me quite a bit during the day, but at night, they would think of their mother dog and whine so much that it was so noisy and pitiful that I couldn't sleep.
So, I showed my compassion and invited the three puppies into my room and let them sleep with me for a few days, but now, at night, they always scratch at the door bars and whine, begging me to stay overnight.
So, after looking after the puppies' circumstances one way or another, the bedding and the room were filled with the smell of puppies.

--- p.30

I want to be a 'rags monk' not only on the outside but also on the inside, a 'rags monk' with no disguise. However, the truth is that my daily life, which is full of lies and embellishments, is overflowing with the sorrow of a mother who cannot cry out loud, like the grave of an illegitimate child.
I can't help but feel sad that the 'Ddongjappae Monk' that the kids at Haeinsa Temple gave me is gradually turning into 'Ddongjadeohan Monk'.

--- p.37

“Buddha, Buddha! How can you be so cruel that you seduce innocent young women, cut off their hair, and tell them not to drink, not to smoke, not to eat meat, not to eat women. How can you only choose the good things in the world and say no?
“Sometimes I want to see my mother, see my grandchildren, and have a good time, but I, young Ja-am, am always timid because I have to be careful about what you think.”
--- p.67

On the day of that meeting, Monk Jeongbong left Cheongpyeongsa Temple, ignoring my attempts to dissuade him.
After about two weeks, Monk Jeongbong's silence expanded into eternal silence, and he was found frozen to death in the valley of Cheoneunsa Temple in Jirisan.
Just like in the Seokgul of Cheongpyeongsa Temple, he sat cross-legged like the Dharma of Shaolin Cave in a cave located in the valley behind Cheoneunsa Temple, leaning against the cave wall, and cast away the hard and tough shadows of this world.

--- p.75

While boiling medicine in a mountain temple, and especially while boiling medicine in a completely deserted winter temple, I had some rather odd thoughts.
At times like this, I sometimes think how nice it would be to have a daughter who would buy me some eye candy.
Sometimes I think about how nice it would be if a little girl, eating candy, watched over me with those innocent, thoughtless eyes while I was taking my medicine.

--- p.99

Anyway, it's something to live and see.
Even those who once praised suicide, such as Goethe and Schopenhauer, enjoyed the pain and joy of life until they grew old and died.
Keeping this in mind, even if you stubbornly put a clove of garlic in your mouth and drink cold water, you will live a long life.
Even if it is a life where you drink cold water and grind your teeth for the sake of that guy's reputation, you should live a long life and recite "Hymn of Seoul" over and over again.

--- p.102

No matter what anyone says, we must live with love.
As long as there is life left, it is to live and love.
It is a matter of living with love, forgiveness, and understanding each other.
It is a matter of living by forgiving someone as much as you love them.
It is a matter of living with generous forgiveness and passionate love.
To love someone is to always stay in the garden of spring, and a heart that has lost love and does not know how to love is destined to live forever buried in the desolate mountains and rivers of winter's iceberg.
It is a matter of living while loving and forgiving, loving and forgiving.

--- p.117

In a sense, Buddhism is a country with a horizon.
Because it is like an endless ocean, so deep, wide, and subtle that its height cannot be known.
I stand with both feet on the vast land of lawlessness, still wandering about where to go, but the more I think about it, the more fortunate, grateful, and happy I feel.
--- p.121

The woman seemed to look me up and down several times, then asked in a rather annoyingly thick tone, "Can you look at her palm?"
It was so absurd, but it was my fault that I was born with the face of a cheap market vendor.
So, I closed my eyes and answered that if he gave me a lot of money, I would not only read my palms but also read my face as a bonus.

--- p.148

My heart feels pounding as I hold the conductor's hand tightly.
I whispered into the old man’s ear, “You are a Buddha,” but he responded, “You fucking bastard.”
Ah! Ah! I pray for the recovery of the health of Venerable Chunsung, who illuminates our souls.
Even if we hear “Fuck you, you fucking bastard!” 10 or 20 times a day, I hope that He will recover his health and come closer to us again in his big form and let us hear the boundless sound of the law that he can see through his body.

--- p.242