If I were a monk, I wouldn't be in groups with a specific purpose, I would be like the homeless people, only I would be wandering between the forest and the mountains full of rocks and mud, walking under the sun, feeling the world through my senses, not I would complain, because I wouldn't have time to complain while I was stuck on this road and consciously trapped in my mind. I would be a truecel with no emotional life walking until I die, looking up and down, eating what I can, or not eating and dying.
