What a strange irony that one knows the experience of being alive directly but one must seek a reflection from the living of it to know themselves. A life without belief in something better is a tyranny that the spirit cannot hope to survive. Evil is that thing which would deprive someone of that hope. There is a part of us all that desires truth above all pleasures of the flesh. The war of the spirit with the illusion of the flesh is eternal. Cast not your gloom upon others but bask in the light of the humble gifts that others anonymously provide. The sole hope for the divine comes not in losing one’s self within it but by unconsciously embodying it through virtue. Focus not upon the world’s woes and the flaws of others but by inspiring a vision of something universally worthwhile. Forget the world’s acclaim in favor of following your own best sense of right. Give service to the best in one’s self and forgive the weakness that resides within. Honor those who have brought you into the world and given succor with an open heart. Make not your cause to extinguish all enemies but to ever discover new friends. Learn from your mistakes and have the courage to see them for what they were not. Treasure the stillness of your own being that you may truly hear all things above the ringing silence.
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