This world no more endures than THOU or I, only the MAKER for 'twas HE who loosed its soul and thine to learn, From whence came all, to where all go, the destiny, the end. And should'st thou not learn from whence all pain doth spring, as ripple follow ripple so doth pain forever follow pain. Till FREED FROM SENSUOUS YEARNINGS, THY HEART TO GOD RETURNS, THIS IS THE FINAL CONQUEST, THIS IS THE FINAL END. 76 And thus was man made and placed in this GARDEN OF IRAM fair, with his soul to comfort and give cheer, till DEATH makes free again. He in this INVERTED BOWL is poured, and there must remain 'tis said, till dust to dust returns again and that FREED SOUL has winged its way to where the DEATHLESS DWELL. 77 He out of his earthly origin wrought his desire for upward striving, for the Wise the RIGHT do prefer to the SWEET, Whilst the Foolish the SWEET do prefer to the RIGHT and thus they're bound on this WHEEL of PAIN till they the KNOT untie again, Which is the END AND THE BEGINNING OF THINGS. 78 Now in this GARDEN a SERPENT was placed and a man from the hand of a woman did taste, Not the WOMAN of this CLAY nor any FRUIT of earthly NAME, but EXPERIENCE wrung from life and handed down from birth to birth. GOD HAS JOINED THESE TWO IN ONE, WEDDED HERE FOR LIFE TO COME, EVER FAITHFUL! EVER GOOD! THEY MAY HERE BE UNDERSTOOD. 79 [35]He ate of the GOOD and the EVIL OF FRUITS from the hand of the woman who dwelt by his side, And after he'd tasted he stood face to face with the laws he had taken in vain. The bitter thus changed the sweet did become, hate changed to love and sorrow to joy, strife had ceased and peace had come. When he had thus conquered lust, he had also conquered thirst; that man from pain doth free become, WHO THE BATTLE WINS, THAT CONQUERS SELF. [35] One must always taste of his thoughts, deeds or actions and whether they are sweet or sour that alone depends upon our actions; and likewise our past lives must forever stand beside us, like a loving wife sharing our joys or sorrows and comforting in the time of need. 80 And if but for the asking all wisdom could be thine, what value would'st thou place upon things thus obtained? Work makes the value, values cares do bring, cares bring forth sorrow, Death's complaisant friend. Few from this womb are born that to maturity arrive; it is here that all values end and it is here that they all begin. 81