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| You have met no ruffians, you have sampled good foods, you have come upon good company, you have travelled the world, what if this was the end of your life, would it have been worthwhile? So many words for the once-quiet monk-in the-corner. You fumble for a reply. | ||||||
| It may as well have ended for the bliss of another fine safe-haven, you say, with only the slightest of agitation. (to main) | ||||||
| Life spills, life leaps, life is sustained and will expire. What's to be said of ends? | ||||||
| Hah, would it end now, when I have strength of limb and wit to match? | ||||||
| And have you seen anyone without the fortune I here find? | ||||||
| What blessings for the blessed? A little hardship is a sustenance! | ||||||