<p><SPAN name="link90" id="link90"></SPAN>Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now
of <b><i>Death</i></b>.</p>
<p>And he said:</p>
<p>You would know the secret of death.</p>
<p>But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?</p>
<p>The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery
of light.</p>
<p>If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the
body of life.</p>
<p>For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.</p>
<p>In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the
beyond;</p>
<p>And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.</p>
<p>Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. <SPAN name="link91"></SPAN>Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when
he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.</p>
<p>Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark
of the king?</p>
<p>Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?</p>
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For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?</p>
<p>And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless
tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?</p>
<p>Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.</p>
<p>And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.</p>
<p>And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.</p>
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