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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Soul of the Far East by Percival Lowell: from a single block, and filled to the brim with water. The trees,
the basin, and a few stone lanterns--so called from their form, and
not their function, for they have votive pebbles where we should
look for wicks--are the sole occupants of the place. Sheltered from
the wind, withdrawn from sound, and only piously approached by man,
this antechamber of the god seems the very abode of silence and rest.
It might be Nirvana itself, human entrance to an immortality like
the god's within, so peaceful, so pervasive is its calm; and in its
midst is the moss-covered monolith, holding in its embrace the
little imprisoned pool of water. So still is the spot and so clear
the liquid that you know the one only as the reflection of the other.
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