It is a source-book. Intellectual rigor, fluid thought, pure language, breathed, beaming. François Cheng transfigured death and makes us more alive than life! Mystery sensitivity "Chinese" that nothing scares? In a reflection that goes into a spin in the "humus" of the Origin? Glorifies the time? Everything about the unfulfilled Cheng poet is "Open" to life, driven by life, signified by its dynamics. This is the "Way", even our death is a result of where life is reborn. Each fruit is unique. Every life, unique, becomes an eternal fact ... You MUST read these meditations that end in poems. It is wonderfully disturbing, free, fair and, frankly, necessary.