At no time in the history of man has the world been so full of pain and anguish. Here and there, however, we meet with individuals who are untouched, unsullied, by the common grief. We say of them that they have died to the world. They live in the moment, fully, and the radiance which emanates from them is a perpetual song of joy {…} like the clown, we go through the motions, forever simulating, forever postponing the grand event - we die struggling to get born. We never were, never are. We are always in the process of becoming. Forever outside
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