The beautiful thing, and it can’t
Be overstated, is how well the world
Is when there is no pain. Give
Everything else for that, and you’ll have
Done yourself a favor, even if
You slip or slip under and vanish.
Why do you need to know all
Is not well, is dysfunctional
With your world if your world
Is not full, is emptied, of suffering?
Let your temporary awareness,
Temporary anyway, hover
And flutter over a handsome planet
In which there is no pain for you.
No wonder deities said, This is good.
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