"This world is transitory, like an autumnal cloud. The birth and death of beings is like watching a dance. The length of a being's life is like a lightening flash, coming swiftly and abruptly to an end, like water dashing over a steep precipice."
from Tibetan folk tales
"What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night.
It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.
It is the little shadow that runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset."
Crowfoot