“But you see, life is not like that at all; life is not permanent.
Like the leaves that fall from a tree, all things are impermanent,
nothing endures; there is always change and death.
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, how beautiful it is?
All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness there is a poem, there is a song.
Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring.
When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with the music of many leaves,
which in due season fall and are blown away.
And this is the way of life.”
– The Krishnamurti Reader – Part II to Youth (p.143)
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