Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
This body is subject to death. This mind is subject to death. This world is subject to ruin. This moment is subject to change. In the hierarchy of [bodies] human form is here and gone before you know it. Ask yourself, "What must I do?"
I was watching the leaves and branches moving outside my window with the light breeze last evening and felt a kind of interruption. I just learned today a friend of mine passed away. In the movement of nature there are messages. Even though this is a kind of interpretation I know that interruption in the moment seemed off center.