| The flow of the river is ceaseless, its waters are never the same.
The bubbles that float in the pools, now vanishing, now forming, never linger long. So in the world are people and their dwellings...
People are born in the dusk, die as the day dawns, like foam on the water.
Kamo no Chomei (1153-1216)
"Hojo-ki" ("Writings From The Ten Foot-Square Hut")
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