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XXXIV

The Vanity of All Things

There is no greater folly than the infatuation that looketh upon the transient as if it were everlasting.

The crowd that assembleth to witness a village show, that is the symbol of great riches flowing on a man: and the dispersal of that same crowd is the type of its passing away.

Prosperity is transient: if thou have come by it, delay not to do things that are of lasting good.

Tine looketh like an innocent thing: but verily it is a saw that is continually sawing away the life of man.

Make haste to do good works before the tongue is paralysed and hiccup ariseth in the throat.

But yesterday a man was and today he is not: that is the wonder of wonders in this world.

Man knoweth not if he shall last the next minute: but his thoughts are more than ten million.

The fledgeling abandoneth the broken shell of the egg and flieth away: that is the symbol of the love between the soul and the body.

Death is like unto a sleep: and life is like the waking after that sleep.

Hath the soul no home of its own, that it taketh shelter in this worthless body?