ðə lˈoʊɪst sˈɔːɹts ʌv dˈɛvᵻs dˈiːl wɪð stɹˈaɪf, lˈʌv, ænd lˈɔs dʒˈʌst æz hjˈuːmənz dˈuː, bˌʌt ˈiːvən sˌoʊ ðeɪ lˈæk ðə spˈɜːɹ ʌv ˈɪmɪnənt mɔːɹtˈælᵻɾi ðæt kæn lˈiːd hjˈuːmənz tə sˈiːk, nˌɑːt mˈɪɹli ɐ bˈɛɾɚ fjˈuːtʃɚ lˈaɪf, bˌʌt ɐn ɛskˈeɪp fɹʌm ˌɔːltəɡˈɛðɚ.
The lowest sorts of devas deal with strife, love, and loss just as humans do, but even so they lack the spur of imminent mortality that can lead humans to seek, not merely a better future life, but an escape from  altogether.