“I was born on such a day, so many years ago, and shall die at my allotted time.” But he was not born, neither will he die, for how can that which is immortal, which eternally is, be subject to birth and death? Let a man throw off his illusions, and then. he will see that the birth and death of the body are the mere incidents of a journey, and not its beginning and end: “Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting.”
Looking back to happy beginnings, and forward to mournful endings, a man’s eyes. are blinded so that he beholds not his own immortality; his ears are closed so that he hears not the ever-present harmonies of Joy; and his heart is hardened so that it pulsates not to the rhythmic sounds of Peace.
The universe, with all that it contains, is now. Put out thy hand, O man, and receive the fruits of Wisdom! Cease from thy greedy striving, thy selfish sorrowing, thy foolish regretting, and be content to live. Act now, and, lol all things are done; live now, and, behold! thou art in the midst of Plenty; be now, and know that thou art perfect.
