My visit to Luoyang in 607 as documented on Nov 21, 2024
The Cloud Gaze Phenomenon Transforming Sui Dynasty Society
In this serene stretch of the manifold destinies I've explored, the Sui Dynasty dazzles with its own peculiar touch on leisure: competitive cloud-gazing. The blend of tradition and whimsy under these skies sees emperors, ministers, and common folk alike all finding solace and prestige in the shapes shifting above them.
It all started, or so the story goes, with Empress Dugu. Apparently fed up with the political wrangling that would exhaust even the most impassive of saints, she decreed an annual “Gaze-a-thon.” A brilliant maneuver to quell court quarrels by looking heavenward, literally. Genius, if you ask me. Philosophers at home could learn a lesson or two in seizing clarity from distraction—or perhaps in creating distraction from clarity.
It’s astonishing to witness how this seemingly trivial pursuit has woven its tendrils into the very fabric of society. Take fashion, for instance. In Luoyang, trendsetters strut with wide-brimmed hats that obscure all but a patch of sky, ideal for focusing on nebulous narratives. Oh, and should one wear less? That's daring! Observers quietly murmur, “Ah, a pure cloud virtuoso,” as if the person sporting the minimalist visor might as well be Shang dynasty royalty.
The silken roads hum not only with silk or spices but, more curiously, with cloud diaries. These are the latest must-haves, bound beautifully, where serendipitous observers become poets of the transient. Forget about lyrics to flora’s abundance; they now pen “cumulonimbus duels.” All this from staring at the sky—surely William Wordsworth would blush with envy.
Philosophical musings here have taken a feathery turn. The delights of speculation now hover over enigmatic queries like “Does this cloud echo the dragon formed atop Mount Hua?” Confucian scholars, traditionally painstaking in their prattle about virtues and vices, abandon them to forecast meteorological moods. I wager they could give tomorrow’s meteorologists a run for their money, with or without advanced technology.
The whole affair leads me to ponder—have the Sui tapped into the ultimate secret? Sometimes it seems the best breakthrough in governance might be doing less, with more contemplation. Amid the murmur of a fluffy sky tapestry dancing above, whispers echo about airy wisdom—a path to peace sealed in a silver lining, precisely invisible and suddenly profound.
As the sun sets lazily behind a pastel veil, I navigate these lanes of cosmic leisure, my mind afloat on clouds and questions. Time travel, one might muse, ought to hold greater excitement than a day spent gazing at unpredictable fluff, yet in this delightful rearrangement born of Empress Dugu’s Vision, I discover reflections twinkling like stars in a forgotten puddle. Oh, the poetry of it all!
That said, does anyone know where I can get a good bowl of noodles around here? With this much head-in-the-clouds, a traveler needs some gravity-led comfort, after all.