How can you find delight and mirth Where there is burning without end? In deepest darkness you are wrapped! Why do you not seek for the light? I look at this puppet here, well rigged, A heap of many sores, piled up, Diseased, and full of greediness, Unstable, and impermanent! Devoured by old age is this frame, A prey to sickness, weak and frail; To pieces breaks this putrid body, All life must truly end in death.

(Buddha Sakyamuni)