Mark Lidzbarski

“ He erected an ather wreath on my head and solemnly took me out of the world. The life supported the life, the life found its own, its own found the life, and my soul found what it hoped for. Life is upheld and is victorious, and victorious is the man who went here. ”

“ XCVIII. The day the soul goes forth, the day the perfected one ascends, the day the soul goes forth away from beneath the wheels of death, ... is thrown into strife into the Tibil of impermanence. Rūhā sits in sorrow, the 7 sit in torpor. ”