<u>Rama</u> formed an army of monkeys in order to kill <em>Ravana.</em>
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Montag's hands were grabbing the woman's books. Montag's hand took a book, which he crushed to his chest. Montag is afraid his hands will make him a thief. Montag's hand closed like a mouth, crushed the book with wild devotion, with an insanity of mindlessness to his chest. The men above were hurling shovelfuls of magazines into the dusty air. They fell like slaughtered birds and the woman stood below, like a small girl, among the bodies. Montag had done nothing. His hand had done it all, his hand, with a brain of its own, with a conscience and a curiosity in each trembling finger, had turned thief. Now, it plunged the book back under his arm, pressed it tight to sweating armpit, rushed out empty, with a magician's flourish! Look here! Innocent! Look!
The above said- statements holds true concerning today's life as well. Buddha said that death is common to all mortals. Those are born must die one day. Death is certain, can't be avoided.As ripe fruits fall of the trees, so is the life of mortals.Life of a man is like an earthen pots that breaks and meets its end. No amount of weeping and lamenting produce no gains.It rather spoils one's health and gives more pain.If only you take out the arrow of lamentation and get composed, you will get peace of mind.To overcome sorrow, become free of sorrow.But in today's world, man has forgotten this.He makes all kinds of efforts to provide himself with the comforts and earns money by all means whether wrong or right. He forgets that one day he has to die and everything will be left here here only.
