L"Illumination is not a substitute for virtue, effort, or discipline,

L"Illumination is not a substitute for virtue, effort, or discipline,

but rather it is the reward for the high accomplishment of these virtues. 

These kindly folk who believe that spiritual realization will relieve them of all their earthly responsibilities have too much of theology and not enough of philosophy in their souls.
 
Theology teaches to cast burdens on others but philosophy to carry them. Illumination is not the beginning of occultism, but the end of it. Few seek wisdom for its own sake, most desire it only as a solution to the discomforts of life.
 
While wisdom certainly releases a human from bondage to trivial annoyances, it also bestows a larger responsibility than one could ever know." 🔥

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