That you may have
pleasure in everything,
seek pleasure in nothing.
That you may know everything,
seek to know nothing.
That you may possess all things,
seek to possess nothing.
In detachment, the spirit
finds quiet and repose,
for coveting nothing,
nothing wearies it by elation;
and nothing oppresses
it by dejection,
because it stands
in the center of
it’s own humility.
For as soon as it
covets anything
it is immediately
fatigued and worn out.
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