A boundless Nature is the right place for the human heart. Inside the heart of everyone living on the Earth is just a kid who loves to live in the Heaven of their birth. To such a child, I believe, the very grass beneath our very feet is alive with the invincible total everlasting integration of every force, energy, element and emotion in existence forever. And so, I feel, are we alive with the Fullness of Life for all forever forever passing by.
When the Greatest Mother peered into the loneliest darkness and saw Her Self and loved and warmed Her Self completely, free to feel every way and where She Felt of Him and He of Her, then She finds Her Heart and Life were Born, then Life would Grow and then Life would be Complete, even unto Death, Her Word Made Flesh and Her Flesh and Blood Celestial Biology into the voice [our own] of the whole communication of Life, the very substance and firmament of which Heaven and Earth together as One Whole Land were so clear a medium and so dear a food for the nourishment of the greatest possible fidelity of the voice and sun of man, the sun which comes and goes every night and day and is not and never was millions of miles away, not unless it were thousands of miles away every day, that everything we do in that living space is to approach as any corpuscle ever did the throne of the king and the crown of his firmament, his many servants and priests scattered to the wind to return with the treasures fit for a king, the treasures of the Sun of Truth as it lives in the womb and in the limpid dreams and seasons and leaves of Man Mother and Mind of Man - Only read the Book of a flesh and blood with true and royal blue feeding its every flute and music of Man's heathen kingdom come, paradise without or even in spite of the incessant torture with which it has been forced to come across in such an evil manner as to make the actual Sun of Man as distant and lying a thing found out as to take dictation from that which strained the flesh and blood of the voice of Man the most, using its own mind to row the ores of war to the drumbeat of big industry to get things done and big liberalism to protect everyone from ever suffering the anxiety of wanting to know how, even and especially if the whole heritage of Man depends upon it if all our true knowledge is not to come to us as manslaughter and mass mental illness which rewards cpu time on the brain of your family's uterus with money and loss of brain function.
A cybernetic-industrial civilization only ever advances and can only ever advance in proportion to one's loss of liberty of its victim-soldier-workers, people who supply the system with as much "currency" as the richest persons as the poorest, distinctions that only have any value for those enthralled with the language of all that is rich and poor according to a cybernetic-industrial civilization or narcissistic psychopath that pretends to sympathize [and has to] with what you need [which always includes fraudulent ways of accounting for the effects of corporal impressions that one cannot and will not account for and so nor the behaviour or unprovoked stark lapses in comprehension and moral reasoning that take their genesis in them, along with that of all religion and spirituality in a cybernetic-industrial civilization] in order to affect the equation of what they need with what you need, leveraging their loss of brain function and moral reasoning against anyone whom they or their affiliated cults of language [the torture of the native land or first estate of all that comes through the blood of a mother and the Sun or Mind of Man] deem worthy of so practiced a malicious love and knowledge in a manner and to an extent and with a subsequently genuine or as though perfectly natural need for survival [at the level of respiration and pulse and all other brain functions or the dislocated brain function as was] that cannot and will not and need not provide for the liberty of the flesh and blood of others, all of whom are groomed to accept and affect the same with little to no knowledge of the fact, nor surviving wish to even come to know such a fact, as the loss of the voice of the flesh and blood under the critical influence of the cybernetic mother and father upon the most vulnerable members of our so-called society cannot and even will not support the depth of range of the faculties of any one Man or any number of people [all of whom share in multiplicative orders of torture and euphoria, of organized war, fraud and manslaughter under the guise of all professional associations if they even wish to be licensed at all], faculties necessary to see and hear the liberty of the voice of the flesh and blood of Man and all that it is saying, especially through just such mass narcissistic psychopathy in a cybernetic-industrial civilization.
Such people are rewarded for such aggression; it speaks the dominant language that, in turn, speaks to the surviving survival needs of all peoples, even against their own will or intent: groups of these psychopaths are called religions and cults, the most popular of which are always the most aggressive and a veritable study in expert aggression.
Freedom represents the loss of freedom for people in such a society.
e.g. when such an economy is doing "Good" it is bad for you and when such an economy is doing "Bad" it is bad for you.
So with Democracy, enlightenment, evolution, medicine, education... etc.
8) For all our activities, Man is actually looking for a memory and experience of satisfaction like that of Paradise. Television does not seem to dispose the mind or soul to this experience but to a socio-psychotic language that in every way attempts to replace this experience with neurological excitement and depression, rather disposing the human being to succumb to intense emotional identification with false information projected into the human mind from the Television screen, a socio-psychotic language and sub-culture that replaces a healthy sense of self with a fictional sense of status conferred upon human beings by the acquisition of trendy artificial plastic and technological baubles and devices whose aggressively suggested usefulness is vastly overstated in terms of their actual long term cost to human health and thereby to all Life on Earth.
Our greatest Book, whatever our level of education or erudition, will always be our reading of our lives, the tablature and vernacular of every dimension and transformation of our lives and that of any surviving capacity for the language of our own celestial [intra-dimensional] flesh and blood a thunderous confluence of the meaning and force - or moment of the transport of the past to the future and the future to the past - of our lives, a logic, language and living impulse which crosses the threshold of Heaven and Earth, Day and Night, Past and Future, Here and Hereafter, Life and Death, Winter and Spring, Action and Reflection, Sorrow and Joy, Man and Woman, Mother and Father and Child, a language and living impulse that crosses the threshold between language and desire, knowledge and story, body and mind, self and other [or of no other and none other], ancestor and god, health and disease, richness and poverty and, of course, violence and healing, transformation and growth, beginning and end, of loss [of body or life or love, of shelter or wealth or health, of pain or joy or of grief or happiness] and universal regeneration of bonds of celestial biology which have acquitted themselves all the more admirably all the more torture and war beaten into however many successive generations of all surviving industry so roundly diverted to war against and torture of our most vulnerable brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, mothers and fathers throughout all of the most vulnerable if fertile epics of their lives, the perversion of every organ and voice of which spoke rather as resoundingly of the native stature and personal responsibility, of the native inheritance and power of Man across a range of logic and virtue that quite dwarfs the most elaborate fictions of the wisdom of our self-proclaimed experts on things predicated on the silencing of a voice without which no man can even be nearly competent, except under the multiplicative delusions and dislocation of the brain [or native way of life, sex and language] of all Mankind and all his concepts of illumination.
The only even remotely credible reading of the entire purpose and effect of extant human History [and religion and spirituality] is the grooming of human families [and their natural impulses, tastes, propensities, sympathies and affections] for organized industrial warfare with impunity. Nothing about human history is family oriented. Rather, it is a story of and for the progressive loss of our native coordination of sex and communication, of the faculties and liberties necessary to preserve the bonds of blood from the gods of war, all of whom insinuate themselves into the bonds of blood by grooming the as though imperative necessity to gain surrogate families through belief-based tribalism divorced of all surviving deference to the organs and voices of our conception, celestial biology or ancestral intelligence. Xianity is the head of the anal spear.
"At what moment or upon what recitation of what precise combination and sequence of letters or images does one realize anything like the tapestry of interlocking violence cults one has grown up with as surely as air and water, Television, weather reports or popular music?
Listen and the whole story becomes perfectly evident and that is that society everywhere silences the voice in order to protect the voice of society as though both are biologically and psychologically equivalent.
Cults are the result and the means - the only way to exert impotent rage in socially-acceptable ways for regulating what little working intelligence is left to anyone in the largely contrived religious and political spectrum disorder.
"The world's a stage."
Shakespeare was a committee of military priests for advancing the cybernetic-industrial imperative subsequently shared by all of its glorified constituent human organs, soldiers (people with dead souls) and master glands that feed on mass human sacrifice wholly inconsistent with every flag and virtue and branch of knowledge - as it is commonly understood - in a cybernetic-industrial society.
If any of this is difficult for someone to understand, I would recommend any of the fifty or so books I have written on the subject of an Interdisciplinary study and practice of living creative intelligence and truly human heritage, ancestral intelligence and celestial biology in a society as religiously as scientifically kept poised upon a bloody brink of perpetual near collapse veritably at war with every natural instinct with which a child is born and to which we force our most vulnerable citizenry to conform under only the most Herculean duress, duress that could not possibly fail to stymie the courage and whole brain development of the most battle-hardened combat soldier, let alone that of a wee child.
Practically speaking we can thus reassert the native biology and language of man, which is nothing if not biological and familial. We can also predict and explain the fact that every religious and political philosophy on earth served as both the apotheosis and wholly legitimate refutation of any and every competing religious and political philosophy.
Some have observed that "all religions are the same" as though the only conclusion that can be inferred from this is that all religions are as good as they would all like to be. This is ridiculous. What it infers is that all religions have the same goal as any military intelligence culture - to extract as much labour as possible from the source of all wealth - man's birth and labour - and so by disturbing the communication of flesh and blood, of life.
Indubitable that we should cross paths at this fortuitous hour.
I am much in need of a sanctuary from the malaise of densely populated civilization here in Parksville and surrounds.
Much inclined to island life, my name is Landon.
I am a middle aged unemployed but far from unoccupied male with my good mother and our Bishon Frise companion of advanced years.
We are all much in need of some free island air and a warm and cozy home.
We would also love love love the opportunity to spy a potential new dwelling on your enchanted isle.
so I do not give you the wrong impression, I am a shiftless God
forsaken hippie who will probably never get a respectable job in his
That out of the way, I am as prolific an
artist as I am a disaffected refugee of several generations of
Anglo-Irish and Dutch immigrants who have worked themselves into a
respectable plot of land about six feet south of the equatorial
latitudes where teeming multitudes of eager applicants make ready their
own private Arks upon an ocean of the ever shifting sands of time.
I say Ark because that is what your home reminds me of.
my delightful mother and I would love to play Noah breaks the set and
gets even with the most unflattering portrayal of an antedeluvian
paradise where any self-respecting animal would never actually get into a
floating menagerie because of a little rain. Instead they would run to
the high country and wait a couple months for the manna from heaven to
remove their fiercest natural predator, leaving only a hapless white
man, his venerable mother and a small dog resembling the love child of
an armadillo and the drummer from The Clash.
Anyway, I hope this letter amuses you.
We would be spying to rent from May to the middle of June.
I am a writer and my mother works with elder care.
We are nice people who care very deeply about our personal surroundings and our home.
living on at the Beach Resort in Parksville until Immigration sniffs
out a little loophole in the naturalization of itinerant poets from the
eighteenth century who are wont to squander their time on earth between
long walks in the forest and copious amounts of the Green Dragon between
spates of those natural exertions of the mind that might have been
considered honest work by bands of traveling Gypsies accustomed to the
vagaries and changing fortunes of the Little People and their ardent
fascination with beauty, pleasure and sport that can only arise from a
stalwart regard for the veritable kingdom of life itself.
The river of mine ancestors crossed running through mine every part
And ventricle celestial biology and birth
Defied all that I must defy with every beating of my feet, my heart
Suspended every step in two dimensions of the Heavens and the Earth
And once upon we taste the bitter fruit
Forbidden by this kingdom's greatest truth
That we were first or by our birth a child left alone
Approaching a world [really, warlord] both wonderful and wild
Yet deprived of a system or way of life even remotely worthy of our ancestral flesh and blood
Our death lives in the belly of our mother
In as much as any other world but this one ever lived there
Yesterday were another world
And this morning
And years from now
Where o where is the voice of the generations to be found?
Man were the Spirit of Man
Our original gods, mothers and fathers, despoiled
Rent from the bellies of their mother's flesh and blood
The ore of all the labour of this world the labour of the Sun of Man
Man who walks, like the Sun and Moon, in two worlds at once
Whence and unto all the ever unfolding conception of even the Genesis where no war or torture is found
That of the ore of Ur that was the first and not the worst church of Man's birth and worth and way of life, which is or was not a Canc-Ur vive? or Carci-no-Ma or knowing through poison or carcinogenesis.
Our life and that of all knowledge were as cyclical as it were Psychical....
We must dream as we breathe and move as we need to move under the sun and under the moon
Our voices running through the ephemeral as terrestrial tree or brain stem of every organ of Man, Family and Nature
And that of every truly ancient riches that lives however well interred in every word of our whole way of life and that of generations of Mankind.
Man is Cyclical and Psychical in the whole Manner of our life and speech across each of two dimensions intersecting in organs, voices and stories of sun, moon and blood entire.
Man who shares, for all of life, as critical exchanges of air and flesh [or earth and water, air and fire in every sense of all that burns in Man and Nature, burns and dies and burns again and again to a rhythm that truly lives forever] as of thought, imagination, fear, hope, inspiration, knowledge, pain, might, pleasure and desire, laws of justice and strength of mind, will and blood that lives through our whole voice, our whole brain function across two dimensions, like every food of every tree lives in the fruit of every tree of life. Go back to the root.
Turn Trauma back to RauMa that of the gold [au] of the Sun of Man and thus of all actual wealth of all natural industry of a Night and a Day which are not and never have been at war with one another, nor have ever been completely hidden in the Torture of the Tree of the Sun of Man, the Gold of the Furst and Last Wurld Culture. Must one rue in order to rule? Are we truly unruly? Or are saturnalian Elections Electrical enough to Elevate the drivel of the Divi-el or Devil of the God of the Devil? Who hath bedeviled us so?
Adam to Eve: "I shall meet thee beneath the boughs of Eternity and upon the hour of the yawning Day though Day Herself were conceived in and of Thy very flesh and blood...in all the Genesis of Man."
Eve replies: "My Mother was the Ocean to Me, my whole night and day if night and day comprehended forever and the birth thereof in measures of our own flesh and blood delivered unto the dawning shores of Posterity in Birth and Death to one Wurld or Wyld and the Next..."
Every single movement of body, mind and soul composes the whole dance, language and symphony of knowledge in and of our life.
The second chakra, the belly, for instance, sees and feels everything that we need to see and feel, everything that we already see and feel and everything that we do not want to see and feel, even though we do and therefore learn to lie far in advance of our developing capacity to transform through our every faculty and organ of Story Telling all that we see and feel by birth into anything better than what amounts to, beyond all subsequent notice or interest, spawning generations of generations of Psychopaths for world wars whose actual effects are studied less than my daily bowel movements, the contents of which I study quite fastidiously for signs from the gods, and whose actual origins - lying to or Cursing our children from conception - remained obscure as the Genesis of Man or Cosmos lay in utter pitch-perfect splendor for even the meanest or keenest mind to see and hear in all its, yea, Biblical fidelity.
You need to think well [to have time to think and a sanctuary of Man to think in and with your Ancestors] in order to see and learn what the whole experience of your body, mind and soul have to say to you and through you, from life to life....
Psychology or the study of the Psyche is, properly speaking, merely the anthology or collected works of all of Man's experiences, Aetherea and the Prima Materia of the Hieros Gamos of births one and two of Man and Woman, of Man and Two-Man, Man were a Twin Spirited Demon of the Infernal Abyss and Angel of the most beatific and blissful glint off of the castles in the clouds - and they are there, I assure you, in the smile of a Mother and Father upon the Child Whom They will Raise in Strength and Power of Voice and Action, of Mind that Grows Stronger, like Bone, everywhere that it is broken and listens more keenly everywhere its sacred voice and story is forgotten, though life itself, from the Stories of LEAF, of EA the Great Mother and Substance or Satan of all Creation Sung and Danced and Told, holding hands or waving our hands about around the Tree of Life, of a life whose every path a place in song and knowledge where it was all worth it, stamped as it was by your every step and breath into the golden plates of the Book of All Life and Knowledge, the Book of Man, Man whose birth and whose word made flesh demands His and Her Kingdom, a Kingdom of paths alongside whom dwells our closest Spirit, be they King or Queen of the Universe.
And, finally, The Man Mother or Father who does not tell their children the whole story of their own lives will invariably tell them with all out war and torture upon their very flesh and blood, making us suffer in Silence.
Telling your children your story is more important than food or shelter.
For, without it, they will not survive.
They will hear it or suffer from it and hearing you suffer from it either unto their death or their delivery unto the shores of Man's every Sanctuary.
The choice is yours if you are any Man of Courage.
Whatever you or they have done, Provide your Child Sanctuary or the Old Gods will do it for you. And they will not be pleased.
Now if you have made it this far through the vaginal canal where ultimate punishment and time served meet and give birth to tomorrow, today and yesterday for life is or of a substance whose stories live forever, then I can tell you a great secret that no Economist or Evangelist or Psientist will ever tell you, largely because they themselves do not know and know all too well that which they cannot or will not say to their Children in order to be able to torture them for the crimes of their fathers and mothers all the way back to the Genesis of Man's very Soul - and that is hidden or living within the exact number figure of every single income in the world and in every evaluation, depreciation and inflation of every Real [a combination of Rhea, the mother of the gods, herself not a god - much like Alice Bailey and her Ascended Masters and Saints - and the two-headed Lie-on of Zion, the god Saturn who eats His own children or "monsters who cannot actually own or inherit property, unlike their Gods", hidden with the number figure of every level of income or Real or Royal Estate there lay the infinitely wild and innocent living riches of all the Generations of Knowledge as a Way of Life and Storytelling.
Church, Lurch, Earth and Firmament [or Universe] all rhyme for a reason that goes back to a world telepathic culture where Urth and the Universe were the same thing, where people did not lie to a Child of the Belly of the Wurld, turning into a World.
When a child is first born, then grow rapidly in every way.
The only other time a child [or their developing mind] grows so much or even more than that is when they are given the least opportunity to grow - when they are in Addled Essence, a period of "cultural hazing" where the developing man or woman is humiliated beyond their control or recollection, so vigorously is the memory and language of their whole story consumed by the masses of orgiastic consumers and doo gooders in a world whose Psychology is merely a Business with Psychological sounding terms and whose Medicine is merely a Business with medical sounding terms, our chURches merely Businesses with Spiritual sounding lures and further exploitation of hurts upon whom are placed all the responsibility For but none of the inheritance Of Man's true heritage, of the Sacred Hoop, of the Celestial Tree of Life and of the Natural Wild Language of His and Her Own Flesh and Blood lips and hips ships born to steer from generation to generation of the Voice and Story of Man who speaks with his gods the way the instincts of the Bear or the Beluga Whale speak to the mightiest of beasts, the deepest of roots to the most distant of leaves in the Story of every Organ of Man Mother and Child.
It was inside my mother's womb when an errant thought passed through my mind about Satan and the Virgin Mary. I was mother's gastronomer, busy helping us digest and nourish ourselves with the misery of our lives.
For it is for each of us to tell our Tale of Woe and to make of it what joy or sadness that we can, given that Man makes certain ineffable demands upon a Great Beyond in Whom we live as much as It lives in us and every letter of a story that would nourish our own fullest accounting of our life and family, of our whole heritage, poisoned blood and all.
And what is a Jew or Judaism? Nothing but the worship of the priority articulation /expansion of a septic Shekinah, the Queen Bee of a lunar cult whose every language of freedom or god or science impersonates that of our first Mother and Father at a genetic or storytelling level.
This septic mother or Saturn eats her own children and grooms their appetite for nothing else, to think themselves giving themselves to the best life and living, thus, for nothing, born from nothing wielding nothing like a Grand Unified Theory of Everything one generation to the next.
Having been following your channel for a long time now, I consider myself a Bachelor of Gryphonian Studies graduate. I know most of your views (those of which have been articulated) and I know what your thoughts of psychologists are. I'm currently enrolled into a University here in Australia and undergoing a Psychology degree. If not for anything else, to satiate a burning interest. Interestingly enough, when I enrolled in the degree (something which required lots of studying during highschool, of which I took astronomical objections to), I was very excited. Perhaps the sort of false child-like excitement of a man fooled by a system exhibiting incalculable damage to me and my ancestors. However what I distinctly remember coming to mind was "Rayn would be disappointed" and I suppose it is something I've been meaning to share with you. Am I moving towards the right path? I understand all that which you have said, but I can't seem to find the power - nor the way to live such a life of solitude (even though I'm a solitary being). It seems that conditions reward the partaking in this cannibalistic system, dining on our flesh and blood. Will I, in turn, hunger for the same source? It's been a while... Know that I'm always catching up with your videos and your input has been invaluable. I missed you, you miserable bastard!
A good mind can learn from anything. A story: A friend wanted to learn acupuncture. Her Qi Gong Master and Acupuncturist Chinese doctor and doctor of comparative medicine said, "Go to college. Learn acupuncture. Then come to me and I will correct all the mistakes. Then your education will truly begin." Why? Because the only acupuncture they teach is Chinese Acupuncture, which is a fucked-over version of traditional acupuncture, with critical points and constellations of points perverted. The only reason Anyone gets anything out of it is due to the Placebo Effect. The point is, everything is fucked over. I am not particularly fond of the subject of Psychology. I went to college and the like. I learned it was useless. But the point was that I learned and learned all the more by excelling at the shit they gave me - religion really. Psychology is a Religion. Any hump can be a Psychologist. But let us look into it a little further. R. D. Laing said that mentally ill people are actually making a dash for sanity. Sort of like Addled Essence or "Adulterated Lessons" the last gambit for survival we quaintly call "growing up" and "rebelling against authority" as the brain at that age is more vulnerable than that of a newborn infant, has been tortured in the womb, already a drug addict by birth and now as a teenager and young adult most keenly sensitive to the hostility of one's culturally genocidal society - a virgin success fool anxious to distinguish themselves in the suck cess pool of school. A feeding system for a psychopathic biological imperative distributed throughout the entire "body" of the church of society and the mortar of Mordor. You see, neurosis and psychosis are part of a restorative function. Unless the clinician is attentive to the actual roots of psychosis - slavery and torture of the whole family - they will only ever "succeed" at mollifying the subject and, if necessary, exploiting the natural vulnerability of the patient by introducing even more invasive revenue-generating curses... or overwhelming insults to the mind. For in an industrial or cybernetic society [a society lost to all moral and critical proportion, to all the aesthetic intelligence necessary for a mind to grow and retain the language of the very contractions of its growth from life to death to life] all signs or complaints of pain are treated by taking More away from the mind. In short, by taxing it. A Psychologist has a biological need to hurt their clients. For they must feed on what they are unwilling to know, for the very parameters of such knowledge - the cyclic life and liberty of the mind - are effectively outlawed, fed upon, by the parameters for clinical diagnostics and protocols. In other words, if the slave complains of anxiety, the surviving voice of anxiety is first placated and lured into confidence - "every profession is by its very nature a fraud perpetrated upon the laity" Shaw - and then as clinically extracted in the name of magnifying its enormity with little to no attention to fidelity [preserving the voice of the mind] and so expanding the market for the "cure," a cure which is little better than a modified version of the original insult, the original insult that no Psychologist/Psychopath will ever see, hear, taste or smell. Under septic Moonetary conditions, sepsis itself becomes the all-informing medium for all surviving critical exchanges of life, air or information. "The medium is the message." McLuhan Now take this to your professor, read it to them if they have trouble with the grammar, since they are likely at the moron level of intellectual development, then record their response and relate it back to me. If my instructions are followed correctly, you may still be able to get your money back. If not, enjoy the ride that expands every horizon for human growth while taking you farther and farther away from it. Sanity. Insanity. These are arbitrary terms at best in such a world. Years ago I offered cheap shared accommodation in a beach side cottage on a local island to a rich young woman and her dog. She ended up stealing thousands of dollars of property from the house and actually blamed me for objecting. She even got other members of my social circle to turn on me. She did not even need the money. The people she sold the property to were also friends of mine at the time. They refused to give it back and stayed friends with the thief. Why? Because people have no dignity or moral reasoning. These were the same people who tied themselves to trees to save a forest owned by a private person. They have no surviving cortical function but to indulge, exhaust, protect and embellish fanciful stories that psychopaths feed on in order to live - religion. This fat dyke who was called "Jennifer" actually went to peace rallies and saw herself as anti-American. This little bit of dignity would rather be angry and alone than the happiest fuck in any religion or religious way of life. The slave has no choice but to remain. The free Man has no choice but to walk away. The best thing school ever did for me and the only thing anyone will ever take away from it is just how dangerous and harmful it is to the natural born aptitudes and prospects for growth and thought, for life. Little tip. When I did go to college I got student loans. That way I did not have to pay for it. All loans are made up. There is no debt. Debt is Jesus - fake as fuck. At least when you go to a Church hall meeting they have free coffee and cookies. When they put you in a desk, make you pay to be there and regale you with the entrails of your native mind, all they give you is the honour of hurting other vulnerable people. The animal that will not kill its own is not a happy animal. But he is a free one.
Let us first say that to every life some misery must come, if only to brighten the eyes of the sun and soften the hastening darkness that attends that celestial boat e'er passing o'er the waters of night and day.
Closer still were the alphabet of our own flesh and blood story of from where to where, of the harrowing agonies and the unfolding fashioning of the vessel of our greatest way of being with all that it [this supple and mysterious vessel from embattled waters and the infernal voices that charge the summer night seed with electric blue heat] passes through one life and one season and the next across all that is life in death and death in life, day in night and night in day, Spring and Winter's every tax and compensation that of a rest and waking, waking and rest that need suffer nowhere near the calamities which commonly attend that practice.