The single event that falls on every kind of person is the dissolution the body meets in time, and no arrangement of conduct exempts the flesh from it, because these paired figures are not separate men but the opposing tendencies inside one person, the clean and unclean, the one who offers and the one who withholds, all housed in the same mortal frame. Whatever a person builds by ritual or restraint, the physical vessel that carries it obeys one law of ending.
What surfaces here is that the flesh does not sort itself by virtue when it comes to its close: the same finish waits for every posture the self can take. The plain sense is that outward righteousness cannot buy the body a different fate, so the meaning of a life has to be found in what wakes within rather than in the record kept outside.
The righteous and the wicked: the ordered and disordered impulses set against each other in a single person, both bound to the same mortal frame
Him that sacrificeth: the part of the self that offers up its lower nature in ritual, still subject to the body's one ending