The sun rises and the sun goes down and hastens back to the place where it rose. That from thence it may rise again. Finding all things wearisome; unsatisfied. My eyes not satisfied with seeing, my ears unsatisfied with hearing. Wondering of that which is now, that which has been, and that which is to be. For my time on earth I pay dearly for the past. Confusion embraces my heart. For to know self is to forgive self. My sojourn of truth.
