what is born will die
what has been gathered will be dispersed
what has been accumulated will be exhausted
what has been built up will be brought low
this existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds
to watch the birth and death of beings is like
watching the movements of a dance
a lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the dark of night
rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountainside
- from the Buddhist Sutras
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