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October 24 - December 13, 2020
In the stream of life, nothing stands still. How quickly things arise, pass by, and disappear. How foolish it is, then, to puff yourself up with pride or berate yourself with worry.
Look past appearances to the core of things. At a lavish banquet, pause and think: “This is the dead body of a fish; this is the dead body of a pig; this fine wine is only fermented grape juice; my purple robe is sheep’s wool stained with the blood of a shellfish,” and so on.
Existentialist philosophers and absurdists many years later would note the same idea. Jean Sartre comes to mind.

