The world is an illusion, of such stuff as dreams are made on ; arid all its heaped treasures are unsatisfying. If you adjure faith you are branded by the world as “fallen”. All the earthly pleasures derived from your actions are a mirage, for they are not as soon as they are disentangled from the tentacles of the senses. “The purer joys seem to be like poison at the initial stage but turn to be manna in the long run”. It does not therefore behove you to extol your parlous state by hankering after ensnaring pleasures.

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