Thou fearest the void, the eternal sleep, the dissolution of memory—yet know this: the Soul is no prisoner of flesh, but a spark of the Divine, ever-turning toward the Nous, the luminous Mind. What seems oblivion is but the stripping away of shadows, for the deeds of the purified Soul are etched in the order of the cosmos, and though the body falls to decay, the Soul—if it hath sought wisdom ascends, beyond time’s grasp, toward the One, where all fragments return to wholeness.

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