Do not grieve over past joys, be sure they will reappear in another form. A child’s joy is in milk and nursing but once weaned, it finds new joy in bread and honey. Joy appears in many different forms it moves from place to place. It may suddenly show in the falling rain or in the rose bed; it comes now as water, now as beauty, or as nourishing bread. But suddenly it may show its face from behind the veil and destroy all idols that prevent you from seeking the divine. In sleep when the soul leaves the body you may dream of yourself as a tall cypress or as a beautiful rose, but be warned, my
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