Death frightens me less than the unknown within its eternal sleep. In solitude, no happy moment brings me as much joy as the lines of poems stirring within my soul. Along the long path toward enlightenment, I have skirted the shadows, bringing cheer to my soul and to the very marrow of my bones. I find comfort in the hope that, beneath closed eyelids, the darkness is very gentle and very silent.
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