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Upon realization and awareness that the psyche has beyond its physical limbs and senses, a grander purpose for being hereon Earth, beyond mere quotidian slogging to make ends meet, realizing the basic tenets of Life itself, embodied as breath within the ‘human’ stages of evolution, it then realizes that its essence, the rareness within which is most often than not overlooked, and forgotten, embarks on seeking the Truth, the Spark Within that spurs the entity to not only embrace Compassion, but also the responsibilities of being human, for himself, his community, and humanity as a whole without so much of constrained concern in reference its presupposed faith with too much “Do’s and Don’ts” which out of ignorance usually stops one from extending the Love within, beyond.

No matter what our aim or object in life, its security does not bring us happiness. There is a constant struggle between our attraction toward joy and our attraction toward peace. This struggle causes our involution and evolution, and its end is not attained until the two are brought into equilibrium and coalesced. That is to say, the nature of The One, or Nirvana is not a dead-peace, but Life in its fullness, Love in its magnificence, Light beyond our conception. When we have tired of changing phenomena and seek The Essence alone, we find that constancy, that peace, and joy.
To be or not to be is a double edge sword – for one may have purpose and still tied down to idolizing egos, assuming that in itself, these are what is deemed as its reality. If the purpose is not in the serving of the One, embodied within Society, to realize its uttermost potential as the Universal Breath, we all commonly as pearls on a silk string though connected, then in itself, Life will not be ‘lived’ fully as intended, and humanity falter into decadence, and destruction.

In a man’s life, his time is but a moment, his being a mere flux, his senses a dim glimpse, his body food for the worms, and his soul a restless eddy … the things of the body pass like a flowing stream; life is a brief sojourn, and one’s mark in this world is soon forgotten. — Marcus Aurelius