The knowing ones must have pity on the ignorant. One who knows is willing to give up his body even for an ant$$$ because he knows that the body is nothing.

This is a great fact: strength is life; weakness is death. Strength is felicity$$$ life eternal$$$ immortal; weakness is constant strain and misery$$$ weakness is death.

Blessed are they whose bodies get destroyed in the service of others.

All knowledge that the world has ever received comes from the mind; the infinite library of the universe is in our own mind.

Feel nothing$$$ know nothing$$$ do nothing$$$ have nothing$$$ give up all to God$$$ and say utterly$$$ 'Thy will be done.' We only dream this bondage. Wake up and let it go.

<i>Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit</i> - Perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day.

What a tale he's told$$$ what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.

The dank night is sweeping down from the sky<br>and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

When gods are contrary they stand by no one.

I think the Mailman is taking us on one at a time$$$ starting with the weakest$$$ drawing us in far enough to learn our True Names and then destroying us.