Regardless of what life path a person walked and what role she played on that path, the role of scholar or monk, thief or banker, mother or prostitute, the moment the Great Death reaches her, everything dies. This, what she used to call Self, the need for a name, the life path she previously walked, the doctrine she followed, the alumni she belonged to. Scientific theories fade away, holy books fall apart, questions dissipate, and mysteries disappear. There is no have or have not, no right or wrong, high or low, shallow or deep. What remains is the realisation that everything is perfect just the way it is.
Doka Sensei
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