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I see no difference between pious monks and righteous rebels.

Same wax of consciousness, just different metabolic rates of burning.

Notice the life-wick agitate itself into a burning curl.

And notice no difference: a [human] candle is a [human] candle.

We burn, that's what we do.

I see no difference between Sitting Bull or Bulls on Parade.

Do you?!

Bull is bull.

Whether sitting in zazen or rallying in market.

We run. We sit. We burn.