佛說五無反復經 1.12

1.12

The sister spoke a parable for the brahmacārin: “My brother and I are like a skilled craftsman who enters the mountains, cuts timber, and binds it into a great raft. When it is launched on the water, a great storm suddenly blows, scattering and breaking the raft apart so that the logs drift downstream, divided before and behind, never looking back to one another. So it is with my brother: brought together by cause and conditions, we were born in the same family. Following the span of our lives, life and death are impermanent, and union must bring separation. My brother's life has run its course; following his former actions, he cannot be detained. What benefit to the dead are sorrow and weeping?”