ภพนี้ภพหน้า This Life Next Life V.1 : หน้า 46/130 This Life Next Life He has sight and there are forms, but the organ does not perceive them; he has hearing and there are sounds, but the organ does not perceive them; he has smell and there are odours, but the organ does not perceive them,
This Life Next Life He has sight and there are forms, but the organ does not perceive them; he has hearing and there are sounds, but the organ does not perceive them; he has smell and there are odours, but the organ does not perceive them, he has a tongue and there are tastes, but the organ does not perceive them ; he has a body and there are tangibles, but the organ does not perceive them. This, Master Kassapa, is for me evidence that there is neither another world, nor rebirth other than of parents, nor fruit or result of deeds well or ill - done.' 19. Well then, Prince, I will give you a simile, for by way of a simile some wise men discern the meaning of what is said. Once upon a time, Pr
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He has sight and there are forms, but the organ does
not perceive them; he has hearing and there are
sounds, but the organ does not perceive them; he
has smell and there are odours, but the organ does
not perceive them, he has a tongue and there are
tastes, but the organ does not perceive them ; he has
a body and there are tangibles, but the organ does
not perceive them.
This, Master Kassapa, is for me evidence that there is
neither another world, nor rebirth other than of
parents, nor fruit or result of deeds well or ill - done.'
19. Well then, Prince, I will give you a simile, for
by way of a simile some wise men discern the meaning
of what is said. Once upon a time, Prince, a certain
trumpeter, taking his trumpet of chank - shell, travelled
to the folk on the border. When he came to a certain
village, he stood in its midst and blew thrice on his
trumpet, then laying it on the ground sat down beside it.
Now, Prince, those border folk thought: - "Whose is
this sound so charming, so lovely, so sweet, so
constraining, so enervating? "Coming together they
asked the trumpeter. "This, my masters, is what men
call a trumpet, the sound whereof is so charming,
so lovely, so sweet, so constraining, so enervating.
They laid the trumpet on its back and said:
"Speak, master trumpet ! speak, master trumpet !
No sound did the trumpet make. They laid the trumpet
curving downward, on this side, on that side,
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