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The Carriage of Death Friends! The carriage of death is coming. The signal has been given. The gong is pealing. The earth is throbbing with the reverberations of its nearing approach. It seems it is flying at speed, full speed. It will arrive in a moment or two and will swing off straightway. It will not halt longer, despite our thousand efforts. The preordained halt will be over, and it will swing off the next instant into motion. We, too, have to depart in this carriage-you have not missed this truth, I suppose, in the joy of your feasting? We have to depart in this self-same carriage. There is no escaping this reality. How could we decline this honoured invitation from nature? If we needs must depart, let us get ready for the departure. I am not telling this unto those who are well equipped. Those who are already equipped, need feel no longer worried, no longer perturbed in the least. For them this journey will be comfortable and delightful. I am only arousing those colleagues who have been waiting in the guest-house with their baggage helter-skelter.
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