I sometimes secretly wish I could knock a fart up into the breeze and at the face of smokers who blow smoke into my path....wishing I could do this at will.
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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