The gift of pride is a fall

To touch the sun

Add many colors and make a rainbow bridge with thought.

I got on.

Can you put your feet wide enough to slide twice before stepping up?

The beauty of the rainbow is breathtaking!

The mind is enchanted by it!

Don't forget to touch the sun!

Hey! Desolate mind!

I reached out with teaching, asking if it is ignorance for you to stumble and fall into a stupor in your imagination. I'm halfway through.

I turned and looked down.

Although a little scared, pride also started to gather.

I looked up.

There! I am close to the sun.

To go higher and higher, proud and unfathomable, and nearer to the sun itself.

Arrogantly, I reached out to touch the sun, close to the perfection of wisdom that no one can attain.

The sun seemed out of reach.

The top end of the rainbow bridge buckled under the weight of my head and brought it to the ground.

I fall where I started because of my arrogance.

There is a voice saying that if he grows too proud, he will fall to the ground.