In the heavenlies, in many ways
There is no long or short duration of time.
There is no large or small amount.
There is no great or small offense.
There is no big or small act of virtue.
All are equal.
That is why twenty years ago is as yesterday.
A mite is as flocks and empires.
The injustice of blood-shed is as that of a little white lie.
Laying down your life is as offering a cool glass of water.