Time pursues me as though I were a sheep;
this is his point of attack—the worthless
notion of “me” and “mine”. I have carried on my
head a burden of unreality; there is no reality in
it when a man sees through it. Tuka says, I have
brought near me what was far from me; it was
the mirage that lay between us.
this is his point of attack—the worthless
notion of “me” and “mine”. I have carried on my
head a burden of unreality; there is no reality in
it when a man sees through it. Tuka says, I have
brought near me what was far from me; it was
the mirage that lay between us.