We can speak and think only of what exists. And what exists is uncreated and imperishable for it is whole and unchanging and complete. It was not or nor shall be different since it is now, all at once, one and continuous.

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.

Every thing is of the nature of no thing.

Gaze steadfastly at things which, though far away, are yet present to the mind.

It is indifferent to me where I am to begin, for there shall I return again.

Never will this prevail, that the things that are not are — bar your thought from this road of inquiry.

Change is an illusion.