A body free from pain and a mind removed
From fear and care, simultaneously, are
Like a good hand you can dream about and greet
With delight but can't count on coming often,
Can't count at all without playing a long time,
Can't draw benefits from without throwing down,
But sure, Lucretius, that's all I really want.
No swerving aside to allow gods to doubt,
No advice even from doubters how to die,
Thoughts that are thoughts but without pain, fear, or care,
Body wholly body but wholly aware.
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