I had a vacation in Taipei and visited some rather scenic places. While I was trying to absord and enjoy all of it, I notice the locals seem just moving around in their business as if the beauty does not exist.
Well, I am such as time, in the midst of (things of) God, yet unmoved.
Familiarity breeds contempt?
I do not know.
Is it really familiarity? Am I really familiar? How familiar am I?
Can I be so familiar and remain unmoved?
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