Transcendent, gnostic, thought treats this life as a prison. No, rather it is a prism. We pass through it, and it constrains us into something more beautiful. To imagine an 'escape' from it is narrow minded. Each thing has its season. Our life, short or long, will run its course and the soul will move on. No need to meditate purpose into oblivion while we're here.
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