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The Second Discourse on the Ocean
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"The ocean, the ocean," monks, the ignorant worldling speaks.
This, monks, is not the ocean in the Noble One's discipline.
This, monks, is a great heap of water, a great expanse of water.
There are, monks, forms cognisable by eye that are desirable, lovely, agreeable, enticing, connected with sensuality, arousing.
This is called, monks, the ocean in the Noble One's discipline.
Here this world with its gods, with its Māras, with its Brahmās, this generation with its ascetics and brahmins, with its gods and humans, for the most part is submerged, become like a tangled ball of thread, like a matted ball of string, like muñja grass and pabbaja reeds, and does not pass beyond the realm of misery, the unfortunate realm, the nether world, the round of rebirths, etc.
"There are, monks, flavours cognisable by tongue, etc. There are, monks, mental phenomena cognisable by mind that are desirable, lovely, agreeable, enticing, connected with sensuality, arousing. This is called, monks, the ocean in the Noble One's discipline. Here this world with its gods, with its Māras, with its Brahmās, this generation with its ascetics and brahmins, with its gods and humans, for the most part is submerged, become like a tangled ball of thread, like a matted ball of string, like muñja grass and pabbaja reeds, and does not pass beyond the realm of misery, the unfortunate realm, the nether world, the round of rebirths."
He has crossed over this ocean with its ferocious creatures, with its demons, with its fearful waves, difficult to cross.
He has passed away, he does not come again, he has deluded the King of Death, I say." The second.