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I am a woman, according to Buddhism. There is no essential nature. We’re just a bundle of sensations. In fact there’s no “we”, there are just eyes that see, ears that hear, penises that ram, anuses that are rammed, without connection between the parts whatsoever. There is only flux. We are clay in the hands of the master potters. Manipulate me, master Soros, give me form! Inject this pile of aggregates with experimental vaccines master Gates! IT REACHED NIRVANA!

I know I know Buddha sisters! Let have a vote and if the majority decides that black holes emit rainbows and I am a real woman then it will be true! Finally I can be a real woman!