Have thou something?
Fear thou death?
Then thou have not known life, as yet.
Nothing lingers.
Nothing drives.
Nothing lives, and nothing dies.
Stretch the circle
if thou dare.
Step outside, and reappear.
Nothing has been.
Nothing is.
Nothing dies, and nothing lives.
Have thou a mind to go somewhere?
Somewhere beckons: the Path starts here.
‘Tis not the lies, but truth thou fear,
or thou wouldst follow; the Path starts here.
