The body has no life,
If true, I find no reason,
To say the body is the recipient
Of happiness and distress.
And I find nothing
Besides the body here.
Shall I believe the soul,
The reason of all reasons.
And where it is in this body?
At present, I enjoy, enjoy my
Own experiences, false and dull.
I am sure, I am neither the body,
Not the soul, but someone else
Other than these two.
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