There is a way that seemeth right unto man
But the end thereof is death
There is another way


Preserve thy loneliness from all men; remain undisturbed
by all except the

impression, free thyself from anything that could be
foreign to thy being,
and direct thy conscience towards the solitary view by

which thou bearest a
beast in thine soul as an object from which thine eyes
never wander.

Complete isolation of soul brooks no imitation of
creatures, no
self-humiliation, nor self-elevation, and strives to be

neither below or
above, wanting only to rest in itself, reaching neither
towards love nor

towards suffering. It does not consider it's equality, or
inequality, with
other beings. It wants neither to be the one, nor the

other. It wants only
to be at one with itself.


Preserver thy loneliness from all men.