And they shall find their way by their blindness | in their passing by the glory of the world and not knowing it | and calling their own footsteps glorious

In this way, they choose the dust | from which they are made | and flee the void | through which the dust blows

Among mountains, they will see only their own reflection | Under a flawless sky | they will worship their own flaws

Always, they will think it is the others who are called to the void | always the others who are named in this sutra

Only later, perhaps, when the Dustless state | is lost for them | in their final days | they may see | how the path of their blindness brought them to their doom | and threw their atoms down into eternal oblivion
Strict Order Sutra

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