the soul is eternally wandering, effecting uneasy migrations, across an unending series of fleeting forms and mutiple lives, in an attempt to manifest itself. perhaps its lassitude is caused by all these former lives, or perhaps it is still very young, and that causes its boundless yearnings. oh mirage, during life, of things beyond life! this will be the resolution of a chord held too long in suspension, without having ears to hear it, and we shall no longer have eyes to view the dazzling spectacle of brilliant flahes ascending.
