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“What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become a few planks. The planks die to become a chair. The chair dies to become a piece of firewood, and the firewood dies to become ash. You give different names to the different shapes the wood takes, but the basic substance is there always. If we could always remember this, we would never worry about the loss of anything. We never lose anything; we never gain anything. By such discrimination we put an end to unhappiness. (118-119)”

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Swami Satchidananda
Swami Satchidananda

Swami Satchidananda was an Indian yoga master born on December 22, 1914, and passed away on August 9, 2002. As an author, he is renowned for his profound understanding of yoga philosophy and lifestyle. more

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