In the flowing river there are so many things—fishes, leaves, dead animals—but it is always moving, and your mind is like that. It is everlastingly restless, flitting from one thing to another like a butterfly.
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In the flowing river there are so many things—fishes, leaves, dead animals—but it is always moving, and your mind is like that. It is everlastingly restless, flitting from one thing to another like a butterfly.