On the shore of the Markee lake, stood a figure. Looking up toward the ocean of stars, he wondered, "Why does the stars have their own place while the sun and moon are set in a perpetual motion?".
The lake answered,"
Vanity, everything is vanity.
Not withstanding time, everything will vanish.
Not the sun, nor the moon.
Not the clouds, nor the mountains
Not the oceans, nor the rivers
Not the fields of grass, nor the fields of snow
Not the birds nor the fish
Not the beast of the land nor the human.
Everything fades, everything perish.
"
The man continued his wondering, "Then why do I live?". He then drowned himself in sorrow forever since that time.
An sit homo? Quid sit homo?
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