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The string whereon you have been dancing so long, is woven from raw cotton. It will not be long before it is snapped entirely. And then, with the string snapped, those who were exuberant in their clapping, when you stepped forth, will walk away with a pallid smile on their face. 'What a silly fop!' they will pronounce and commenting so, shall withdraw. But what of YOU: I tremble at the very thought of what your fate would be. Ye Wayfarer of the Infinite! Looking at this fallen banyan-tree, reflect upon life abiding!
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