My birth didn't add anything to the universe. My death will not detract anything from its infinite greatness. No one could ever explain to me why I came here, why I will leave again.
Life is as short as a sigh.
The dust of people that were once famous turn with the reddish clay on the wheel you are looking at.
The universe is a fata morgana;
life is a dream.
The tenants of the tombs to dust decay, Nescient of self, and all beside are they; Their sundered atoms float about the world, Like mirage clouds, until the judgment-day.
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