Open Hand to the Wind
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