THIS WORLD IS A RESTING TREE
This world is verily a resting tree for birds.
One evening birds meet together on a tree for a night’s stay, and the nest morning they leave the tree and part from one another and go their way.
Even so do men meet for a time as relatives, parents, sons and friends and then disperse.
Birth leads to death and death to birth.
Thus without rest man wanders forever.
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