When one starts such a sojourn they bring with them a basket of life’s collected fruit. This vital sustenance help carry us father upon the mountain of the ethereal world until transcendence whisks us upon our new existence. Though the basket is heavy and tiresome, ending one’s journey early only leads to a weaker and more feeble hike. Even if my invented dreams of the end are dead wrong, I am still overjoyed to have been blessed with a weighed down basket of sweet ambrosia.
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