Those who are slaves to passions, run down with the stream (of desires), as a spider runs down the web which he has made himself; when they have cut this, at last, wise people leave the world free from cares, leaving all affection behind.

A careless pilgrim only scatters the dust of his passions more widely.

What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing.

The spider's web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?"
"Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it."
"Small world," said Coraline.
"It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spider's webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Some people are born again; evil-doers go to hell; righteous people go to heaven; those who are free from all worldly desires attain immortality.