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The Human Route
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Coming empty-handed,
going empty-handed-that is human.
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When you are born,
where do you come from?
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When you die,
where do you go?
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Life is like a floating cloud
which appears.
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Death is like a floating cloud
which disappears.
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The floating cloud itself
originally does not exist.
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Life and death, coming and going,
are also like that.
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But there is one thing
which always remains clear.
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It is pure and clear,
not depending on life and death.
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