The flow of the river is ceaseless and its water is
never the same. The bubbles that float in the pools,
now vanishing, now forming, are not of long duration:
so in the world are man and his dwellings…
People die in the morning, they are born in the
evening, like foam on the water.

Kamo no Chomei

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