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My Tears, Our Tears
The one who is suffering
And the one who is witness
Are both by nature empty
Therefore, the communication between them
is inexpressibly perfect
The path on which they meet
Is paved with sunlight;
Why is one warmed? Why is one cold?
You cannot say, Look at the Sun!
But you can be the sun