The wind merges into the wind. The light blends into the light. The dust becomes one with the dust.
What support is there for the one who is lamenting? Who has died? O, who has died?
From the Guru Granth Sahib
The wind merges into the wind. The light blends into the light. The dust becomes one with the dust.
What support is there for the one who is lamenting? Who has died? O, who has died?
From the Guru Granth Sahib
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Hearing these answers,
the deva was overflowing with joy.
Then clasping hands, bowed down in respect and
disappeared suddenly from the presence of the Buddha.
From Paul Carus’ The Gospel of Buddha (1894)
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There are several sorts of religions, not only in different parts of the island, but even in every town;
some worshipping the sun, others the moon or one of the planets.
From Thomas More’s Utopia (1516)
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