"How, dear sir, did you cross the flood?" "By not halting, friend, and by not straining I crossed the flood." "But how is it, dear sir, that by not h… - The Buddha

"How, dear sir, did you cross the flood?"
"By not halting, friend, and by not straining I crossed the flood."
"But how is it, dear sir, that by not halting and by not straining you crossed the flood?"
"When I came to a standstill, friend, then I sank; but when I struggled, then I got swept away. It is in this way, friend, that by not halting and by not straining I crossed the flood."

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About The Buddha

Siddhārtha Gautama (Sanskrit/Devanagari: सिद्धार्थ गौतम Siddhārtha Gautama, c. 563/624 – c. 483/544 BCE) or Siddhattha Gotama in Pali,; also called the Gautama Buddha, the Shakyamuni Buddha ("Buddha, Sage of the Shakyas") or simply the Buddha, after the title of Buddha, was a monk (śramaṇa), mendicant, sage, philosopher, teacher and religious leader on whose teachings Buddhism was founded. He is believed to have lived and taught mostly in the northeastern part of ancient India sometime between the 6th and 4th centuries BCE.

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Alternative Names: Buddha Bhagwan Buddha Prabudha Munish Lord Buddha Sakya-muni Shakyasimha Devarajalu Buddhadeva Sakyasinha Tathagata Buddha Trigyesh Siddhartha Gautama Shakyamuni Sakyamuni Sugata Fo Shakyamuni Buddha Khajit Trigya Mahatma Buddha Gotama Buddha Padmayani Lokapradīpa Gautama Buddha Gautam Buddha
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Just as a line drawn on water with a stick will quickly vanish and will not last long; even so is human life like a line drawn on water. It is short, limited, and brief; it is full of suffering, full of tribulation. This one should wisely understand, one should do good and live a pure life; for none who is born can escape death.

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The world is on fire!
And are you laughing?
You are deep in the dark.
Will you not ask for light?

For behold your body — A painted puppet, a toy,
Jointed and sick and full of false
imaginings,
A shadow that shifts and fades.

How frail it is!
Frail and pestilent,
It sickens, festers and dies.
Like every living thing
In the end it sickens and dies.

Behold these whitened bones,
The hollow shells and husks of a dying
summer.
And are you laughing?

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