THE FLEETING WORLD

Like the crowd that gathers to see a play comes dazzling wealth. It disappears like the gathering, which melts away when the play is over. The full force of the comparison can be realized by those who have seen the bare ground in the morning after the village play is over and all that dazzled overnight is gone, leaving nothing behind but dust.

We imagine the day is something by itself. But to those who can see the truth, the day is in reality nothing but the relentless movement of the saw that unremittingly saws through life.

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