Last week, my daughter asked me if we could go to the Big Buddha before she returns to college in the US. I told her sure, but having visited the gigantic statue several times before, I might wait at the bottom of the steps.
“How many are there?” she asked.
“About 5,000”, I said.
Since it was our last free Saturday together, we made a day of it: macaron testing, the ferry to Lantau, pink dolphins in the Pearl River estuary and non-stop eating. When we finally made it to the Big Buddha on Ngong Ping, the hill top was shrouded in cloud.
The Big Buddha was invisible.
“I don’t believe it exists,” said my daughter.
“He’s there,” I said. “You’ll see. He’ll emerge out of the mist. It’ll be very dramatic.”
Ten steps up, I realized I was living an analogy.
Big Buddha in the mist = the mystical, possibly mythical achievement of actually getting published. The photos tell the story. You can work it out. The captions will help if you get stuck.
“And I looked it up,” said my daughter. “It’s not 5,000 steps. It’s 250.”