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Cast off the notion the “I exist.”

Have a good look—stop the breath, peel off the skin, and everybody ends up looking the same.  No matter how long you live, the result is not altered.  Cast off the notion the “I exist.”  Entrust yourself to the windblown clouds, and do not wish to live forever.

Ikkyu

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