The crowd lives tepid, lukewarm lives,
Neither hot nor cold,
Avoiding extremes,
Always carefully manoeuvring safely along a mid-line crisis.
Those who are obsessed with safety and security
Will never be explorers, discoverers, or even first-generation settlers.
By the time they feel safe enough to move anywhere new,
Their destination will be well and truly stale, sterile and out of date.
Knowledge is cold.
Knowing wisdom is hot.
A lukewarm life is neither living nor dying;
A living death and a deathly life
Leading where?
To the grave.
Every one of our securities and safeties leads to a living death.
You want to be a zombie, surviving just long enough to die?
Yes? Well, that's your prerogative.
But when you get to the threshold at the end of your days
You will be asked, as you surrender your consciousness to the gatekeeper -
"Is that all there is?"
Opportunity dances seductively before you!
Dance with it, as if no-one is watching.
However and whatever you're feeling,
Celebrate your ability to feel it!
One who has lived totally, intensely
Comes to know the deathless within him.
The grave may be waiting,
But not death.
He got Death out of the way long ago
So that he could get on with Life.
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