The Buddha
aditya: every morning i share a tea with a wasp bro
so i have a sip
the wasp has a sip
and after i finish the last sip
sometimes it sits on my lips and drinks
me: haha
no fucking way
aditya: trust me bro
3 days straight now
me: not on your lips
aditya: im feeling the zen bro
the buddha is in the wasp
the buddha is in me
[...] observations. After all, they were experts in measurement so they must eventually have seen the Soul. But they probably couldn’t understand what it was they saw. Perhaps different classes of [...]
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