It's interesting shit, and I don't want to keep you here all day.

I'm not sure that curtains in Pittsburgh was that interesting.

If I could reel that back in, I would, but I busted it out because we were talking about it.

Well, dust on the curtains, you're talking about, you know, dust is time, dust is death.

Dust is like, you know...

Dust is time.

Isn't it? That's what the Buddhists say.

Are you a Buddhist?

I'm not. I've never heard that for dust is time. Yeah. I have a lot of time all over my health.

My room is like a calendar.

From the smallest room in New York City comes a show that gives you a reasonable end.

To the Buddhists, this current human existence is just a blip.

After death, one is reborn into another body until enlightenment is attained.

A very short leg of the relay race to Nirvana was run by a Bronx newborn.

An unnamed newborn took the express elevator to the afterlife.

From the cradle to the grave in mere minutes. A Bronx mom

threw her baby out the window. A newborn still had that new baby smell. Lee said the baby was

tossed out of a seventh floor window of the University Heights apartment building before 33-year-old

Jennifer Barry even gave it a name.

May I suggest, Chuck?

Along with the baby, the woman threw out the afterbirth, which also had no name.

Both possible victims of an attempt to throw out the bathwater.

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