In the place where you’re sitting now, there was nothing, really. It was all grass, the grass that the cattle(-people) eat. Is it not so? (Yes.) The grass grew so tall. That’s all there was. Later, we chopped up the grass and then everyone pitched tents. The place where you’re sitting now used to be for pitching tents. Once, when we first came here, really there was nothing but grass. Not even a tree. These are due to my “magical power.” These trees were due to my “magical power,” plus the little “magical power” of monks and nuns. Big and small “magical power” together have made it become like this. Originally, even “bird(-people) wouldn’t lay eggs” here. […]
If you think summer now is too hot, we can try the typhoon. Try to struggle with a typhoon, especially around the Moon Festival, which is beloved by the Chinese. At the Moon Festival people eat a lot of vegan cookies, then they have an excuse to gain weight. No one would say anything, because everyone gains weight. […] Later I’ll tell you a story about “you are what you eat.” And then, “you are what you follow.” […]
