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For every man that walks the Earth,
There are umpteen scores of envious souls,
Jealous of the privilege they now hold,
For nothing is rarer than human rebirth!

“If the soil clutched in the palm of my hand 
Are the men and women who walk this land,
Then even all the dirt of the world entire 
Are dwarfed by the souls seeking such a chance!”

                          - Shakyamuni Buddha.

Therefore, a life of virtue and good deeds
Is a message all of humanity must heed,
For this human life is short and scarce, 
And if wasted, another come from whence?

Thus the sutras state: 
Good or evil in this realm of men
Will yield eon spanning bliss or bane,
And as the Wheel of Fortune spins away,
Millions of souls hoping for rebirth as men,
Despair when it does not turn their way!

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