November 1, 2011

The Same Box

We come into this world owning nothing and we leave this world with nothing. Do not the pawn and the king go back into the same box at the end of the game? It is not better to understand death, than to distract oneself with the meaningless trivialities of life. We flow into life, and then ebb into death. An endless ocean, washing up on shore, and then returning one wave at a time.

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