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You can draw me, fire me or fill me in.
A tower at the root of all confusion.
A young man wants to have it, but when he has it he no longer wants it. Blade in hand he attacks it And does his best to remove it. Yet he knows that it is all in vain.
What time starts and stops with an ānā?
It weighs next to nothing but no one can hold it for long. What is it?
What is always coming but never arrives?