Thus do we lift veil after veil before, thus do we drop veil after veil behind,
Onward, ever onward, do all who are born progress, none from this wheel break free, none can this law control.
Born of endless rounds, from sphere to sphere we climb, through countless suns of systems, through countless terms of years.
Systems of worlds we leave, whilst approaching unknown suns, with colors of nameless hues, for which no tongue a name hath found.
On those heavens the sunsets rest, and the tints of the morning skies.
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Ah, questioning Friend, what is it you would know, from whence Existence came, and how Existence stays?
This is the Cross you'll carry, as long as you will cast the ruby of the present in the dust heap of the past.
It was not born, nor does it ever die; it from no place came, nor of anything was it; unborn, eternal, everlasting, deathless, it will remain, though all should pass away.