One beautiful day after the heavy rain for several days, Kong Lin's burial ground became wet. On one old grave, one of the corpses came out, he was the confused Confucius. He got up and took one of the cigarette stub which is still on fire, scattered around the tomb, came from some of the crazy visitors who are talking while smoking and cursing for what was written on his epitaph. With one deep breath, he sucked it, staring deep into the clear sky. For so long he's waiting to feel the air from the mortal world and also for that long he had been burdened with guilt that he had destroyed the human being with his wrong philosophy, the Golden Rule.
He came back from the dead to rewrite it and spread it into human's souls; "do not do to others as you would have others do to you, because they may have different taste."
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