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The unreal never is. The real never is not – Bhagavad Gita

Notions of heat and cold, of pain and pleasure are born, O son of Kunti, only through the contact of the senses with these objects. They have a beginning and an end. They are impermanent in their nature. Bear them patiently.

That calm man who is the same in pain and pleasure and whom these cannot disturb alone is able to attain to immortality.

The unreal never is. The Real never is not. Men who possess knowledge of the truth fully know both these.

This is unborn, eternal, changeless, ever-itself. It is not killed when the body is killed.

For he who is born, death is certain; for he who dies, birth is certain. For that which is unavoidable, therefore, thou ought not to grieve.

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