Sukha says this. Can I tell you a poem?
Crows are crazy as can be. They
Fly over me. They are so silly.
I keep seeing all these butterflies.
I have known my soul and the body
That lies upon it. They have been
Enemies since the creation of the world.
No, Sukha didn't really say that. Mani did.
But they're both right. Crows, butterflies,
Bodies and souls flying over, through me,
They're all crazy. To be is to be
Crazy. Ask any living, light-dark thing.
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