To be born, to enter, to die.
Of every 10 born, there are 3 who are disciples of life.
Of every 10 dying, there are 3 who are disciples of death.
People grow until death where they rest in the earth.
Of every 10 living, there are 3 who are disciples of the earth.
And for what reason?
According to their life essence, to grow generously.
But I have heard of one
who is so good at absorbing life and growing
that he need not shun a rhino or a tiger
who would fear no military force.
A rhinoceros would be indifferent to throw his horn.
A tiger would be indifferent to show his claws.
Soldiers would be indifferent to raise their arms.
Who is this man?
A man in which death does not reside.