Verse 41

⁴¹By the making of the seats of the senses this threefold thing shines out in what is there. The cause of the division into outer and inner is the person himself, as a man who begets a bad son is the cause of division in his house. ⁴²Always, dear one, beings are coming to be and ceasing to be, by time whose speed is not marked. Because it is fine, it is not seen. ⁴³As with the flames of a lamp, with the currents of a stream, with the fruits of a forest tree, so are the ages and the states and the rest made for all beings. ⁴⁴This is the same lamp, of those flames; this is the same water, of those currents; this is the same man — such speech and such thought in men is false, and false is the life they count.

⁴⁵This man is not born by the seed of his own work, and he does not die; he is undying. It is by a mistake, as with fire that has been joined to wood. ⁴⁶The seeding, the womb, birth, childhood, boyhood, youth, the middle of one's years, old age and death: these are the nine states of the body. ⁴⁷These bodies of another, high and low, made of wishing, he takes up through his clinging to the strands; and here and there someone lets them go.