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So _V_, am I to undestand that we can be attacked by this thing that came flying out of the crate? Can it be killed, gutted, mounted and hung on my wall?
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell
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