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I have an inexhaustible basket of fresh fruits of supply from me for my karma nd since I am a fan of automation. It is pension for rest of my life with a difference. Fruits of my karma constantly pop into my mouth and melting into my being sparing me the trouble of doing anymore karma. even thinking. even looking. without my asking. without my wishing. without my waiting I have no need. I cannot have any need. My surroundings and environment is auto cleaned freshened deodorized for my supreme living. without pleasantness. without unpleasantness. without time. without me. without my doing. without my thinking. without my seeing. without any. My karma and its fruit and The description of its taste is given below: [ who am I? I must have got blind in some previous birth. Long long ago. I never remember anytime when i was with eyes and not blind. As a result I had very limited senses and very worried about losing. I make it a habit of remembering. My bank...