“True words aren't eloquent; eloquent words aren't true. Wise men don't need to prove their point; men who need to prove their point aren't wise. The Master has no possessions. The more he does for others, the happier he is. The more he gives to others, the wealthier he is.” ― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching At first, you'll think yourself lost. You'll wander somewhat aimlessly, doubting Google as you pass by half a dozen makeshift mechanic shops until you dead end at what appears to be a very small park with an advertisement for a local cafe. You'll turn left and stare a little, wondering if the world has stooped so low as to turn an ancient temple into a cafe. But, even the cafe is nowhere to be found. "Maybe it's that house down there?" Only once you start wandering toward the house wil you realize this very tiny park with a hardly kept building set back into the rising mountain, is in fact the Pak Tai Temple. The temple is small and unassuming like all places of worship truly should be. And yet, inside, you'll find a modern, dedicated structure adorned at every corner with red and gold figurines while all around you, the remaining structure bends and crumbles with time. The smell of insense will overwhelm you as you reverently creep deeper into the dark cavern, and as you reach the end, you'll be overwhelmed with the most inviting smoke as it dances around you, bringing you closer to yourself. For in this room there is no God, there is only self. And that's what truly matters.