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