“Is this beautiful flesh you? Are you these fingernails so that when you cut them you fall to the ground? Are you your hair, your cells, dying by the millions every moment? Are you your clothes, your sweat, your fingers?” “No.” “Are you your memories, snatched from you so easily by poison or a blow to the head? Never! Are you your emotions and thoughts? Never. These are all part of your earthen vessel, a beautiful gift that is here today and gone tomorrow. Protecting yourself from death is only a temporary and utterly futile war you wage in polarity until your earthen vessel finally dies and
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