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Life Is But a Slide Show

Craving for an illusion Chasing after phantoms Life is like moving pictures One slide after another Played in rapid succession Making us but a series of stills King Yama is the director Our karma is the script And the spirits who record Our every virtue and vice Are the writers of our role Of our every weal or woe! Thus, what is worth clinging to ? A still, an image, an illusion? Ponder deeply and look within: Which single slide is truly you? All rights released into Public Domain

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