Pardon me for saying so, but death is mid-life. All you sprouts out there wandering around in chaotic formation, take heart (or else succumb to the deepest misery; death is only halfway through. What goes down must come up. Death is our comeuppance. This life is what is going down. There is no ascent of you.
We have not ascended. We have descended int this form. Have you not noticed? We continue to descend. And yet there remains in us a strong spark of that from which we came. We are light making its descent int the nether regions.
Each of us wanders through this world of denseness, making as much light of matter as we can. Middle age is not measured in years. Middle age is at the point of death, that door which swings on its hinges into the next half of life, the ascent, the eternal return. We have taken on matter. We have become matter. We have become attached to matter. We have made matter of the utmost importance. At our midlife, we release ourselves from material fascination and move on. What comes down must go up. This is a principle, a major principle, of the non-material realm.
We have not ascended. We have descended int this form. Have you not noticed? We continue to descend. And yet there remains in us a strong spark of that from which we came. We are light making its descent int the nether regions.
Each of us wanders through this world of denseness, making as much light of matter as we can. Middle age is not measured in years. Middle age is at the point of death, that door which swings on its hinges into the next half of life, the ascent, the eternal return. We have taken on matter. We have become matter. We have become attached to matter. We have made matter of the utmost importance. At our midlife, we release ourselves from material fascination and move on. What comes down must go up. This is a principle, a major principle, of the non-material realm.
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