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Man has no hour of birth, no natal momentwhen stars inclementcan fasten upon him some dark implacable fate.From before the world's foundationhe has held his stationin the presence of God—individual, whole, complete.

Man has no hour of death, no mortal minutethat stores within itsome physical program coded to drive him hence.Idea in infinite Mind,having neither beginning nor end,man coexists with divine intelligence.

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