sábado, agosto 23, 2008
Generations come and go but it makes no difference. The sun rises and sets and hurries around to rise again. The wind blows South and North, here and there, twisting back and forth, getting nowhere. The rivers run into the sea but the sea is never full, and the water returns again to the rivers, and flows again into the sea.
Everything is unutterably weary and tiresome. No matter how much we see, we are never satisfied, no matter how much we hear, we are not content. So I saw that there is nothing better for Men that they should be happy in their work, for that is what they are here for, and no one can bring them back to life to enjoy what will be in the future, so let them enjoy it now.
Encontrei isso anotado num papel-toalha no meio das caixas que estou tentando organizar. Nada mais apropriado. Enjoy the now.