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.