The five aggregates are heavy loads.
The “person” foolishly shoulders them.
Carrying such weights is suffering in the world.
Tossing away these burdens is bliss.
The wise have discarded all that weight,
without picking up any new ones.
Craving is torn out by the roots.
Desire is stilled, quenched in coolness.
Sounds good, doesn’t it?
I’m one of the fools. I was reading, that on the other side of the earth someone has 20 students for a course, which means a lot of work, and i wished to go and help, instead of trying to become one of the wise.