The law's net is vast; though its mesh is loose, nothing escapes it. The precepts shine brightly and cannot be profaned. Letting the thousand-year-old Shaolin be tarnished serves as a wake-up call for those trapped in the snares of fame and fortune. The evening drum and morning bell startle those obsessed with worldly gains; the chanting of sutras and Buddha's name summon back those lost in the sea of suffering. It is difficult to be human, and equally difficult to renounce the world and become a monk, for temptations lurk everywhere. Everyone understands the principles, but what matters is a single moment of choice—whether one can restrain oneself or not.