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?