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“Time is the substance I am made of.
Time is a river which sweeps me along,
but I am the river;
it is a tiger which destroys me,
but I am the tiger;
it is a fire which consumes me,
but I am the fire.”
- Jorge Luis Borges “A New Refutation of Time”
'If I have an afterlife,
I would like to be a tree.
Standing there firmly,
with no happiness and sadness.
Half of my body
will be sleeping in the earth peacefully.
Half of my body will be swinging
with the wind joyfully.
Half of my body will be
casting shade for passers-by willingly.
Half of my body will be
bathing in the sunshine warmly.
So quiet and proud will I be,
without depending on and
searching for anything.'
------San Mao
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