He who has given it a modicum of thought knows the truth of what I am about to say: All the movement in this world. The throbbing, bobbing, and heaving. The running, jumping and squirming. The swerving black clouds of locusts. The roaring of lions. The show of shoals of fish. The skittering of antelopes. The scuttling of crabs. The muteness of a caterpillar being eaten alive from within by a parasite. The oceanic depth charges of a whale call. The multiplying of bacteria. The cry of a baby. The blooming of flowers. The growth of grass. The teeming industry of soil worms. The kissing of lovers. The rigorous screams of sex. The braying of donkeys. The beating of billions of hearts. The opening of pores. The chatter of lovers. The growth of nails. The screams of death. The scream of Eureeeka! The gift of genius. All this and more. This motion of life is produced and kept up by hunger and the sexual impulse - aided a little by boredom. These are the three prongs, nay the engines that drive the industry of the motion of life on earth. All this is finite existence. Restlessness. Constant striving. Ceaseless wanting. Unquenchable desiring but never fulfilling. Ti's all an endless trouble you know. Platos: always becoming never being.
But there is another existence. Infinite. Unchanging. Requiring no help from outside. Eternally at rest and calm. Never coming into being nor passing away. Without change. Without time. Such an existence should be the aim of every mortal. It is an existence that can be had. The denial of the Will-to-life opens the way to it. Deny the Will and such an existence is yours. Now how to deny the Will? Now that is the question...
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