Let each thought see itself in the freshness of its own mirror - wiped clean
By its own self - liberation
Total death - total oblivion
Thoughts are puppets - produced by an ever-silent puppeteer. The puppeteer lets go of the strings in the end but the thought clings to the previous thought and following thoughts - thinking its existence is to be preserved, not really, it's just a puppet doing a dance
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