Maso Hum Asme, Naso Hum Asme

Vakali is nodding, but it's not clear whether a word of what buta is saying, has registered. The only thing that seems to have brought him peace to night is looking at the face of the man he so obviously idolizes. He leans back feebly, mouthing the words and closes his eyes. These five aggregates of which we are composed, they endure suffering. They tie us to this world. Let go of them. Experience revulsion toward them, and let yourself grow dispassionate. That is how your mind will be liberated. This i am not, this is not myself. Maso hum as me.