In reality, every reality is a veil over reality.
In order to spend out our time (life) we sell some of this time. We work for someone, we labour. In freedom we do slavery.
He who has no light in his heart, what will he gain from the festival of lamps.
There are persons who rise through grief and there are persons who fall because of grief.
Investigation after declaration of submission leads astray.
This life is but a dream. A state of sleep but how unfortunate that man's eyes open only when they are about to be closed (forever).