Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

Thus shall you go to the stars.

All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

I shudder when relating it.