I've heard this analogy. Imagine a stream and every once in a while, a little whirlpool occurs. The water swirls around and around and then merges back into the flow of the stream. We are like the whirlpool: we spin around for a while and then, when we die, the whirlpool merges back into the stream. It always was the stream anyway. I think this analogy belongs to Charlotte Joko Beck who runs a Zen monastery in San Diego.
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