May You Never Grow Up
Short-lived men
The thousandth celestial wife of the Garland God slipped and fell to earth, where she took mortal form and served as an attendant in a temple. Death finally released her and she went back to heaven to tell her lord of the ways of men. (Harvard Classics)
“How long is the life of men?”
“Only a hundred years.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“If that is the length of life to which men are born, pray, now, do they pass the time asleep and reckless, or do they give gifts and do other meritorious deeds?”
“Nothing of the kind, my lord. Men are always reckless, as if they were born to a life of an incalculable number of years, and were never to grow old and die.” . . .
“Recklessness for short-lived men is extremely unsuitable.”
(“The Devoted Wife,” Translated from the Dhammapada, and from Buddhaghosa’s comment.)
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