There will be fields of flowers.
He defines the walls of his world; he conquers a king's tower and assumes it like a robe, dwells in it like a hermit crab, thrusts out its children like a cuckoo.
He steals the sutras to rewrite heaven and earth.
Despair has taught him that nothing is his own; therefore he builds a bubble from the dreams others give him, and waits in the knowledge that it must burst.
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