"Here I'll stay for the rains.
Here, for the summer and winter."
So imagines the fool,unaware of obstructions.
That drunk-on-his-sons-and-cattle man,
all tangled up in the mind:
death sweeps him away —
as a great flood,a village asleep.
~Dhammapada, 286-287, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu~
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