Walking in the cycle of reincarnation

In the cycle of reincarnation, none escape suffering, none are spared. Reborn as an animal, their eyes and brows grow a murky, beastly appearance. They know neither love nor hate, devoid of thought, merely crawling on the ground, their lives a meaningless existence. Sinking into the realm of hungry ghosts, they devour everything yet their desires remain unfulfilled. In their endless cycle of eating and spitting, wondrous creatures are born. Falling into hell, they suffer torment day and night, enduring unbearable agony. Their hearts are ripped open, forcing forth their past secrets. Sealed as Asuras, they crush the fragile bones of mortals, transforming them into the celestial and terrestrial spirits. A lifetime of inescapable battles and strife. Ascending to heaven, after the dust settles, they stand alone atop the nine heavens, gazing upon the vast天地 (heaven and earth), personally bestowing titles upon the gods. They coldly establish the unchanging order of the three realms. The six paths of reincarnation, a single entry into the mortal world, a lifetime of desolation.