His future, empty of reality;
His present, empty of humility;His past, empty of fecundity;
His life, empty of breath;His soul, empty of goal;
His God, empty of love.Yet he sleeps,
Yet he breathes. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 11, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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