This quote from an advertisement on the web

"Personal Urns (Keepsake Sized)

"Keepsake sized Personal Cremation Urns are the latest in custom personalized cremation urns. They are created from one or two photographs with exceptional attention to details. With advances in facial analysis and the advent of state of the art 3D imaging, these high tech urns can be made to look like anyone. The full sized personal urn can hold all the ashes of an adult. For holding just a portion of the ashes, we recommend the keepsake sized personal urns.

The personal urn does not come with hair. For hair we can digitally add hair if you wish, as you can see with our sample of president Obama. For people with longer hair we can add a wig from your specifications. This cremation urn comes on an elegant solid marble base. A Plaque and nameplate are also available.

Personal cremation urns can be designed to look like anyone. We just need good pictures. We prefer one picture from the front and one from the side. Complexions can be adjusted in the final stages and customers get a chance to proof the results."

A huck would lave it, I read this immediately after the previous post. I quote it at length to show the difference between a person with some degree of awareness, and a normal lively person (the urn imagined below) who is mostly  mechanical. MY point, not that of the advertisement of course, but rather a chance to picture, the mechanical person, which I am thinking is nicely pictured by the idea of a copy of their head, full of their ashes. Hope this isn't too gross. Of course my real point is to specify two inner points, of many, on a gradient between dead, and not just alive, but mentally evolved beyond the crowd, what the book readers call an awakened person. (No such thing but that is another story.) To appreciate my point consider the difference between any living person, and a statue of them. The difference might present a chasm  to those trying to evolve faster than the normal pace. 

Are words are kind of mausoleum of reality

Got this picture: words are kind of mausoleum of reality after reading this quote--

"Mausoleum, noun. The final and funniest folly of the rich. -Ambrose Bierce, author and editor (1842-1914) "

My extension would fit---words are a kind of death----no one speaks aloud and is awake at that moment, not Jan Cox, not Gurdjieff, to say nothing of the cloud of wannabees who had one forkful of cake  and think they are a pastry chef.

Poets and philosophers

Poets and philosophers have both contributed to the literature of mysticism. One difference between them, is that poets have no glimpse of what sustained patience can accomplish. The little it can, is the difference between being able to stand back, and enjoy the growth that stress can enable, and succumbing to the troughs of the machinery.