How will you find the secret of death, unless you seek it in the heart of life. 
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond. 
Like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. 
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. 

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. 
And when you have reached the mountaintop, then shall you begin to climb. 
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.


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