
You are the imperishable Self. You were never born, you never did prevail, and you’ll never die. You are the One, the all pervading One. You have absolutely nothing to give up. You never had anything to begin with.

I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Jonathan Harnisch >> Porcelain Utopia


—T.S. Eliot