"Why bother to brush my teeth?
Why bother to bathe, or dress, or wipe myself?
Why bother to get up?
Why bother to eat?
If I simply lie here and move my suckling lips,
someone will feed me warm milk."
These are the thoughts of an old old man.
These are the thoughts of a newborn infant.
"Am I in the world, or the world in me?
Is breath in my body, or my body in breath?
Whose breath?
Where is the Am of this I?"
These are the thoughts of a newborn infant.
These are the thoughts of an old old man.
In the borderland between death and birth,
the mother wanders,
searching for her child.
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