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  • My friend,
    let me tell you:
    As for the road
    that stretches from the cradle
    to the grave--
    it is but a dream to begin or to end,
    it is but a mirage to traverse.

    We go nowhere but here,
    we become nothing but this,
    we experience no time but this time--
    this moment,
    this full moment,
    that stretches unceasingly
    into eternity.

    My friend,
    I tell you this:
    Into this dream come fully,
    within this dream, dream well,
    then from this dream awaken.
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