Finally, skipping ahead, a little bit. Health marine taught us during those last months, is not the opposite of sickness. Although our habitual way of thinking is dualistic. In reality, we are all living with good cells and bad cells simultaneously, in a condition of utter impermanence. You refer to the 17th century Japanese monk, taco and Soho, who wrote 100 poems he called Dream poems. At the end of his life, he summoned his students and said, after I've died, please bury my body in the mountain behind the temple, cover it with dirt and go home. Read no sutras hold no ceremony, receive no gifts from either monks or laity that the monks were their robes, eat their meals, and go on about their work as on normal days. Asked by his disciples for some last words, he said, I have no last word. And his final moment talk talk when took up his brush, wrote the Chinese character for Dream, put down the brush and died this one character dream Maureen commented in one of her talks, symbolized for taka one, the reality of the Dharma went beyond talking or not talking. Is it or isn't it? Just a dream, when we realize that we in the universe are just a dream, when alive, we are alive through and through, and everything around us is alive. Life is a dream, death is a dream, heaven and earth and all things under the sun are just a dream.