A kind man who makes good use of wealth is rightly said to possess a great treasure; but the miser who hoards up his riches will have no profit.
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Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Life is transient, and while we may be absorbed in our pursuits, we must remember that death is inevitable.
This quote by Gautama Buddha highlights the fragility of life and the unexpected nature of death. It serves as a reminder that being preoccupied with earthly concerns, like picking flowers, can lead us to overlook the reality that death can come at any moment, much like a great flood surging into a tranquil village, disrupting the peace and normalcy of life.
Themes
DeathLifeTransienceMindfulnessAwareness
In practice
Example use cases
During a memorial service, to encourage reflection on life's fleeting nature.
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