Sure, we thought the acresThat we tilled were sacred,But how could we have knownThat wheat can haunt like ghosts - Sherman Alexie
I'm made mute by the virtue of decisionAnd I choose most of your life goes on without meOh the fear I've knownThat I might reap the praise of strangers and end up on my ownAll I've sown was a songBut maybe I was wrong - Emily Saliers
Just as it is knownThat an image of one's face is seenDepending on a mirrorBut does not really exist as a face,So the conception of "I" existsDependent on mind and body,But like the image of a faceThe "I" does not at all exist as its own reality. - Nāgārjuna