Furthermore, Venerable Master once said that he considered his life as “befriending illness.” At age of 70, when his eyesight deteriorated and he could no longer read books or newspapers, he thought of the readers, friends, and organizations that often asked for his autographs and writings. Despite his visual impairment, he decided to write words for them. Unable to see clearly, he could only gauge the spacing between characters in his mind and write with a single stroke, which he called “One-Stroke Calligraphy.” Venerable Master humbly described his less-than-perfect calligraphy by saying, “Don’t look at my words; look at my heart.”