Yesterday, dead yesterday,
Shall you return with distant tomorrow,
That I may bring you to judgment?
And will you wake with life's second dawn
That I may erase your earth-clinging memory from the earth?
What is life?
It is the flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
-- Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator (1890), his last words.
By detachment from appearances, abide in Real Truth. So I tell you, Thus shall you think of all this fleeting world,
A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp, a phantom, a dream.
Buddhism. Diamond Sutra 32
Is there a ghost in the machine?
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What purpose imbues itself upon this
fleeting life?
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What dream dreamt we in this juncture of time?
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"I fear we should all die of boredom!".
the Buddha replies:
"You might, because you love pain,
and your love of life is a sham.
But those who really love life would be happy
as no one can be happy in the world as it is."
