Being alone is and nothing is altogether not.
Change is an illusion.
Gaze steadfastly at things which, though far away, are yet present to the mind.
Never will this prevail, that the things that are not are — bar your thought from this road of inquiry.
There is one story left, one road: that it is. And on this road there are very many signs that, being, is uncreated and imperishable, whole, unique, unwavering, and complete.
Give me the power to produce fever and I’ll cure all disease.