Never will this prevail, that the things that are not are — bar your thought from this road of inquiry.
Give me the power to produce fever and I’ll cure all disease.
Change is an illusion.
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.
It is indifferent to me where I am to begin, for there shall I return again.
Give me a chance to create a fever and I will cure any disease.