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STRANGERS IN A STRANGE LAND

This world is not my home,
I’m just a passing through.”

We are all strangers in a strange land’
Longing for home, but not quite
knowing what or where home is. We
glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or
as we turn a corner, and suddenly there
is a strange, sweet familiarity that
vanishes almost as soon as it comes.
-Madeleine L’Engle,
The Rock That is Higher

评论：

我们是这片土地上的陌生人。We are all truly strangers in a land which is not our home.
暂时在此停留 – 就象草地上的花儿般。Where we are is temporary – a brief stay like the flowers
我们以为身体就是真正的自己。of the grass. We are deluded that the body is the true Self.
不，身形只是皮囊而已。We are not the body. The body is our corruptible house.

唯有灵感闪现的时刻，我们才能窥见真我，精神永恒。In moments of inspiration, we get glimpses of our true Self which is Spirit eternal.
–Randall Butisingh