This world is burning.
Afflicted by contact, it calls disease a 'self.'
By whatever means it construes (anything), it becomes otherwise than that.
Becoming otherwise, the world is attached to becoming afflicted by becoming and yet delights in that very becoming.
Where there's delight, there is fear.
What one fears is stressful.
This holy life is lived for the abandoning of becoming.
Whatever contemplatives or brahmans say that liberation from becoming is by means of becoming, all of them are not released from becoming, I say.
And whatever contemplatives or brahmans say that escape from becoming is by means of non-becoming, all of them have not escaped from becoming, I say.
For this stress comes into play in dependence on every acquisition.
With the ending of every clinging/sustenance, there's no stress coming into play.
Look at this world: Beings, afflicted with thick ignorance, are unreleased from passion for what has come to be.
All levels of becoming, anywhere, in any way, are inconstant, stressful, subject to change.
Seeing this-as it's come to be-with right discernment, one abandons craving for becoming, and doesn't delight in non-becoming.
From the total ending of craving comes fading & cessation without remainder: unbinding.
For the monk unbound through lack of clinging/sustenance, there's no further becoming.
He has conquered Mara, won the battle, having gone beyond becomings : Such.
