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