Thursday 29 October 2009

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As a buddhist, I believe in reincarnation.

Life after death is something as natural as a burning match stick.

The flame is like our life, it appears when the phosphorus is ignited from the heat of friction with oxygen.

The burnt wooden stick is like our decay or dead body.

And the smoke refers to our soul, or Alaya the 8th consciousness, which releases into the air and merges with the clouds. It may come back in the form of rain, go into the river, and end up as a cup of tea in our hands.

In Ernest Hemingway's words: Life is a moveable feast. It never stands still. It always keeps changing.

Embrace changes like you embrace your loved ones.

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