The young scholar raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the Kizzmazztan Prophet; He asked, "How does one meet death"
Barukh Salaam thought for a while, then smiled, his gaze never relenting, I say unto thou; stand in the face of the sun, let the constant beaming light cast its shadow in your wake; your shadow is your past, your memories, the reasons, the celebration of life. Look to the far distance to where the earth and sky meet, for this is your destination. Let the winds of change enrich your body with its infinite power, let my flowing tears of joy cleanse your soul, then walk the path of freedom my son; walk the path of freedom.
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