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The Profane Poetry Of Zhang Zongchang
When there was a drought, he went to the storm god’s temple to pray for rain. When he entered the temple, he went up to the statue of Zhang and slapped it, saying “Fuck your sister! How dare you make Shangdong’s people suffer by not giving us rain!” The next day, he ordered his artillerymen to fire into the sky until it rained. It rained the next day.
The story is more interesting than any myth.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?