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“Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it: its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And… it’s there. You can see it. You know what it is. It’s a wave.
“And then it crashes on the shore, and it’s gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be… for a little while. That’s one conception of death, for a Buddhist. The wave returns to the ocean. Where it came from. Where it’s supposed to be.”
