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Until We meet Again [Integer]....And in the forward movements of celestial embodiments of sound....We may feel....We may spill from our pores as if the delusion in front of all who perceive.. was expressed in each drop........."A human is a part of a whole, called by us the 'universe'. A part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest- - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circles of compassion and embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty." A.E.