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O Prisoner of Space! You are not far from the Placeless Realm— That Audience Hall is not far away from your planet.

Grieve not, for a meadow that faces no threat from the Autumn, Is not far away from your nest.

The gist of all Gnostic knowledge is merely this: That life is an arrow spent and yet from the bow it is not too far!

Your station lies a little ahead of all the stars and Pleiades: Move on, for it is not a long way from the skies.

Lest he asks the guide to let him be! —It would be no surprise from a traveller who thinks too much.