Kepos

The dreadful is not bearable. The good is unreachable. Our gods condemn us. And death is a curse. We all suffer. We all fear. Anguish and distress are not utterly in our hands. We are not in control of our life and death. Do not despair. ~ For somatic dread is equalized by the deepest pleasures. For fear is merely an imperfect prison. Do not despair. ~ For the good is within our reach. Let go of empty desires. Dismiss aversion and attain true delight. Do not despair. ~ For the divinity of the gods is our shield. Internalize the truth: within the divine there is no wrath. Do not despair. ~ For our deepest grief lies in the fear of death. Do not despair. For death is no curse and life is not far from complete. Embrace mortality and make it the gem of your being. No damnation awaits. No sorrow is at hand. For death is insentient. The ancient sage: his life my blueprint his death my archetype. Do not despair. For death is insentient. ~

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