We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, this accretion of sensory experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody when, in fact, everybody's nobody.
ما چيزهايي هستيم که درد و رنج فراي وهم و خيال روي خودمان داريم اين اتحاد تجربه ي حسي و احساسي