If you die at five o'clock in the morning
The mosque will be informed at six in the morning
You will be taken out of the house at seven in the morning
Relatives will start coming
You will have your last bath around eight o'clock
By nine o'clock everyone will be ready to cut the bamboo and take you to the cemetery.
You will be buried before ten o'clock.
This is life
How much we do nothing for this transitory life
I am killing and eating one's things and doing number two with another.
I need his thing, that thing was mine
Now why is it that we are living in the midst of various conflicting facades with many such reasons
Think once, this life is temporary, there is one thing, you came into the world empty-handed and you will leave empty-handed, what did you bring with you, what did you have?
Think about one thing, if a drop of water falls down from a glass of water, will that glass of water become something or nothing?
If a fine particle rubs off a wall, will anything happen to this wall? That wall is the earth and that sand is the sand. We are the glass of water. The earth is not a drop of water. Nothing happened to the wall. So what happens to the world when you're gone, nothing is life.