Immortality by Jandreau
You greave for those beyond grief. You speak words of insight.
But learned men do not grieve for the dead or the living.
Never have I not existed. Nor you. Nor these men.
Never in the future shall we cease to exist as sheaths of flesh buried in sand.
Pleasure and pain cannot torment man.
Suffering and joy are equal.
For him and he have courage.
We’re fit for immortality.
Nothing of nonbeing comes to be.
Nor does being cease to exist
The boundary between these two is seen by men who see reality.
