" Soon we all will die. Our hopes and fears will be irrelevant. An illumines continuity of existence, which has no origin and which has never died. Human beings project all the images of life and death, terror and joy, demons and gods. These images become our complete reality, and we submit, without thinking, to their dance. In all the movements of this dance we project our greatest fears on death, and we make every effort to ignore it.

Anything that has a shape will crumble away. Anything in a flock will disband. We are all like bees, alone in this world, buzzing and searching with no place to rest. So we offer this prayer: Delusions are as various as the reflections of the moon on a rippling sea. Beings become so easily caught in a net of confused pain. May I develop compassion as boundless as the sky, so that all may rest in the clear light of their own awareness. "

― Padmasambhava