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Tagged as #pulpbuddhism
I’m more concerned about boiling eggs.
Sleepy heads either wake up or wander off into their dreams. It’s much harder to be awake, to know it’s the end of the circus.
My opinion, although unpopular, is the dinosaurs died from a common cold.
The nature of phenomena is emptiness, temporary and fragile like dreams that dissipate in the morning. I’m looking toward the sunrise, because to identify with temporaries makes for a lot of unhappiness.
Have a wonderful day 😀
Indeed. Well said. These two spoiled lovelies are like mist. Here one day, gone the next- do we really need to get a headache from them?
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