You are leaving your world behind and entering the world of the picture.

As you unroll the scroll, it unfolds almost like a movie.

The very first thing you see is a foreground promontory in which we can make out the roof of a temple surrounded by trees.

From that temple, we look into this vast, watery expanse that leads to distant mountains that are almost dissolving into the clouds.

We move down to the very tip of this foreground spit of land.

We see individual grass blades.

Looking beyond that foreground into the distance, we see these mountains that emerge from the mist.

We encounter trees that are far smaller in scale.

Even though we're moving just a matter of inches, we've actually covered an enormous distance.

The mountain peaks, all of a sudden, leap into this middle ground space like some huge dinosaur that rises up almost to the top edge of the scroll.

The trees at the base of the mountains become smaller and smaller.

The clouds rise further and further.

The mountains seem to diminish in weight and substance until we see just a trail of faint blue ink that ultimately disappears so that the end of the scroll is completely blank.

The water, the sky, the clouds merge together into a single empty void.

There's not a single human in the scroll.

Only that temple and the familiar landscape of trees and rocks in the foreground anchors us in reality.

We've gone from the solid world into this confrontation with the ultimate emptiness of life.

This painting takes us to a world that reaches all the way to eternity.

So we're really confronted with our own mortality.

Life begins out of emptiness and ends in emptiness, and that brief period in between is what we have to live with.