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 sad countenance the heart is made stonger in time



so, i embrace this burden and weep for the fools that chase

the wind