| Human being usually see life and death in a rather
short perspective. What meaning can the birth of spring and the death of autumn have for this grass? People think that life is you and death is sadness, but the rice seed, lying within the earth and sending out shoots in spring, its leaves and stems withering in the fall, still holds within its tiny core the full joy of life. The joy of life does not depart in death. Death is no more than a momentary passing. Wouldn't you say that this rice, because it possesses the full joyousness of life, does not know the sorrow of death? |
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