Which is bereft of name, of form, of life, of death!
It is that which we know as the infinite, from whence come all, and whither all again do go.
[10] Death is not found in the state of Infinitude, thus death ceases to be when the Infinite is reached.
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Thus between the lines of love and hate, of pure, and impure, the modest, and unchaste, lust of days and lust of fame,
The river of contentment smoothly flows.
The name of slave and monarch cease to be, peace is the names of all in the infinite unity.