Editor's note:

Great... you have arrived at my boring page of nothingness (term adopted from David Hume). There's nothing much here, as you have seen: no music, no flash, no great pictures, nothing. I fancy thought counts more than any perceptional stimulus, and hence, I put thoughts down, not pictures and music. If you're looking for them, then you've reached the wrong place.

 This page is not an autobiography either. As I have always said, man is but a small part in the daily routine of reality. Those who paid too high an emphasis on themselves are mere fools. No, I care less about trivial things such as "emotions", "feelings", and "prospects". Let the dead worry about death. I dwell with greater things: I live with things that exist under the sky, things that are real, and things that would continue to be even if I myself cease to exist.

So this is my ambition, to think and capture everything real and claim them as part of my thoughts. This will be a slow and continuous process, though I would not deny, a painful one too. Yet as I said, I care less about pain and suffering. Time goes on, and these minor happenings are but passing of a tide in the endless ocean.

C. C. Cheng, 17th Dec., 2001