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A few miles downstream, a tree on the bank asks, "Whose water are you?"
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Purpose:
The nimbus thinks the cumulus is useless.
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Ego:
If the sun-rays had not allowed themselves to be broken by the tiny droplets of mist, the rainbow would not have become.
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Sanctum:
Luxury:
Perfection:
Even spring water isn't pure.
It isn't supposed to be.
Choice:
Many roads forked out. I asked the road-keeper, "Where do each of these lead?"
"They all lead to the same place," he said. "Therefore, choose wisely."
A small brook meets a river.
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Identity:
A few miles downstream, a tree on the bank asks, "Whose water are you?"
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Purpose:
The nimbus thinks the cumulus is useless.
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Ego:
If the sun-rays had not allowed themselves to be broken by the tiny droplets of mist, the rainbow would not have become.
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Sanctum:
The bird believes the tree is its home.
The tree believes the bird is its home.
_____________The tree believes the bird is its home.
Luxury:
The larger your mansion, the larger the hollow it houses.
_____________Perfection:
Even spring water isn't pure.
It isn't supposed to be.
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Enlightenment:
I know who I am,
Only not yet.
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Brahma:
The apple falls from the ground to the tree.
And back.
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Time:
Life is like that. The faster you run, the faster it will outrun you.
Time:
Life is like that. The faster you run, the faster it will outrun you.
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