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A thought in the mind appears by stealth. No guest, but host and master.

Thoughts which repeat and eventually overwhelm the thinker function much like modern diseases: with a fixed and regular diet, they grow by stealth; when nourishment ceases, they die and consume the host.

Fear of death is fear of our naked self, the self we are powerless to change.

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