Chapter 11
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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.
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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