Nothing Can Be Obtained By Grasping At The Wind

There Is No Escape From The Dualism Of Life

Vanity Of Vanities

I Am Embittered Towards Humanity For Its Failures

Yet I Possess All Of These Same Shortcomings

There Is Grief In Wisdom, There Is Sorrow In Truth

Yet The Heart Of The Wise Is In The House Of Mourning

And By A Sad Countenance The Heart Is Made Stronger In Time

So I Embrace This Burden And Weep For The Fools That Chase The Wind