Chapter Eleven: Dhammapada
Chapter Eleven: Dhammapada Old Age 146. How can there be laughter, how can there be pleasure, when the world is burning? When you are living in darkness, why don't you ask for a lamp? 147-149. This body is a painted image, subject to disease, decay and death, full of imaginings. What joy can there be for the one who sees that his white bones will be thrown away like dried gourds at the end of the summer? 150-151. A house of bones is this body, plastered with flesh and with blood. In it dwell pride and pretence, old age and death. In the course of time even the glitter of a king's chariot wears out, same way the body loses its strength and vigor. But the goodness and virtue never grow old. 152. A...
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