It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.
48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.
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And to all generals that lost engagements, and all overcome heroes!