We are more curious about the meaning of dreams than about things we see when awake.
Let us not unlearn what we have already learned
I threw my cup away when I saw a child drinking from his hands at the trough.
If I lack awareness, then why should I care what happens to me when I am dead?
I have nothing to ask but that you would remove to the other side, that you may not, by intercepting the sunshine, take from me what you cannot give.
The Sun visits cesspools without being defiled.