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Chapter 11

    Since rying to find ake tate of bliss to be more or less similar to tate of tle more intense state of happiness.

    But rouble as well.

    t remains t in attempting to gain ered pain, so no to find bliss, to face even more trouble, even greater misery.

    So o t;You are gods, you are avataras, you are tirt! e  to go back!quot;

    e are afraid of the unknown.

    tever little ed; to be dropping away as we move ahead.

    t our   to be crossed.

    e arted living there.

    e tled dourned it into our living room.

    Noo move a losing thered around us.

    It becomes obvious t moving asoever we now have.

    So ;Let time come.

    o drop, ts w away.

    t be anyto .

    quot; But to deatronger the grip becomes.

    As deats more tightly.

    ts wterly miserly; a young man is never so miserly.

    An old man becomes a miser in every way.

    ight.

    At time of ure t everyto mighrough his hands.

    his grip loosen.

    to turns one into an ugly old man; oty and grace of an old man can be matchless.

    e are aiful ciful young people, but beautiful old men are very rare to find.

    Only once in a iful old man.

    Ot to possessions, everytarts becoming uglier and uglier.

    An open iful, a closed fist looks ugly.

    Freedom is beautiful, attac is slavery.

    Everyone ttacs sometime in ture, at t opportunity.

    s until t moment and lets go only wching away.

    Since man never l
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