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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, visible forms cognisable by the eye that are desirable, pleasing, agreeable, lovely, sensually arousing, and enticing.
This is called, monks, the ocean in the Noble One's discipline.
Here this world with its gods, Māra and Brahmā, this human population with its ascetics, brahmins and rulers, 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 the tongue, etc. There are, monks, mental phenomena cognisable by the mind that are desirable, pleasing, agreeable, lovely, sensually arousing, and enticing. This is called, monks, the ocean in the Noble One's discipline. Here this world with its gods, Māra and Brahmā, this human population with its ascetics, brahmins and rulers, 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.