Come to think of it, perhaps it is not only the teeth that we shed off through the course of life. Life may be just a process of distributing fragments of our minds and bodies to various places and various persons. They can be anything, either just a passing word, or a whole segment of our lives. We keep sowing them in our friends' minds, in a small plot of field, in a dirty alley of a decadent city, or in the open square of History.
As for me, I have left a good part of myself in the prisonhouse. It makes me feel cluttered, like a pulled-out tooth put in a formalin bottle. [Shenzi]
The essence of life is relationship, and relationship is realized through sharing. The prison puts restrictions to the inmates' sharing. All the South Korean population was in prison for 40 years until 1987. During the time its ability for sharing has shrinked to the degree of deformity. It will take still some more time for the Korean society to fully recover its sense of relationship, sense of life. [Orun]
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