The things of this world, we know not what we are, we go through the motions,
Never so much as considering the vastness of this life, the beginning and end seem as night
And day, yet the reality lies not in duality, are we more flesh than soul, or rather spiritual beings
taking temporary refuge, we call this our world, we possess its contents, yet we depart as we
arrive, with nothing, are we truly of this world though we are in it?