Ah, water. Ah, water.
Confucius

The memory of the buried stream is reflected in the mirrored surfaces of
Su-dong Catholic Church Street.




Water, which extends everywhere and gives everything life without acting is like virtue.

Its stream, which descends downward, twisting and turning but always following the same principle, is like rightness.

Its bubbling up, never running dry, is like the way.

Where is a channel to direct it, its noise is like an echoing cry and its fearless advance into a hundred meter valley, like valor.

Used as a level, it is always even, like the law.

Full, it does not require a ladle, like correctness.

Compliant and exploratory, it reaches to the tiniest point, like perceptiveness.

That which goes in it and enters into it, is cleansed and purified, like the transformation of goodness.

In twisting around ten thousand times but always going eastward, it is like will.

That is the reason that when a gentlemen sees a great river, he will always look upon it.

Titus Spree
Ji Hyon
Mi Sun
Hideyuki
Hyon Ok