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                    Our perceived selves are like puffs of smoke
                    attempting to capture solid form.

                    To substantiate smoke-filled realities
                    we fiercely keep on puffing.

                    Despite persistent efforts
                    the satisfaction of form is never realized.  

                    Smoke endlessly fades into oblivion
                    making known the futility of puffing.

                    The weary puffer finally pauses.
                    The smoke begins to clear.  

                    Now a form emerges
                    Revealing the puffer behind the puff.


                                        – Jim Strohl