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Welcome. Do not be fooled by the temporary comforts, the fleeting joys, or the brilliant, distracting spectacle. You have arrived in Samsara, the great wheel of existence, which the wisest among us simply call the ocean of pain. This is not a place of mere sadness, but a vast, churning sea of cyclical suffering, where every shore is an illusion and the tide pulls you ever deeper.
The water seems familiar, doesn’t it? It is the very substance of life: desire, attachment, and the ceaseless becoming of all things. We float on its surface, clinging to logs of pleasure, believing we have found an island. A new love, a success, a moment of perfect peace—these are not destinations, but merely brief, calm eddies in the relentless current. Sooner or later, the wave of loss crashes over us. The log rots, the eddy dissolves, and we are left gasping, tasting the salt of the ocean once more. This salt is the inherent unsatisfactoriness of all conditioned things, the subtle hum of disappointment that underlies even our greatest triumphs.
What makes this ocean so profound, so inescapable, is that we are both the swimmer and the water. Our own thirst—for existence, for sensation, for a permanent self—is what fills the sea. With every grasping thought, every possessive clutch, we add a drop. We swim frantically, seeking a "better" part of the ocean, not realizing that the pain is not in the location, but in the very act of swimming, of striving within its salty confines. The waves of birth, sickness, old age, and death are not external punishments; they are the ocean's natural rhythm, the tides of Samsara itself.
Yet, this is not a curse without a cure. To name the ocean is the first step toward finding the shore. The Buddha, the great navigator, did not simply describe the water; he charted a path to dry land. He pointed to the raft of the Noble Eightfold Path and taught us how to build it: through right understanding, right intention, and right mindfulness. He showed that by stilling the frantic paddling of our own desires, we can see the nature of the water clearly—and in that seeing, we can cease to be of it.
So, welcome to Samsara. Acknowledge the salt on your tongue, the weight of the waves, the ache in your limbs. Feel it all. For it is only by fully comprehending the depth of the ocean that one can finally, and with unwavering resolve, begin the journey to its end.