The three planes of samsaric existence are like a cloud in autumn: The birth and the death of beings is like a dancer’s movement; a being’s life is like a waterfall, like a flash of lightning in the sky; it never stops even for a single moment and once it starts, it goes inevitably to its conclusion.

— Buddha

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