No matter what path men take, they all lead to the same destination.
The final destination that is the boundless void. They have said "Men of all privileges may see the same fate, but some make better corpses and some are put to rest in giant structures devoted to their commemoration."
But we say unto those who's eyes are so open but fail to see and pay attention, what doth a man take with him into the grave? What mundane pleasures does he that is put to eternal rest experience? He experiences nothing the like, he experiences the pleasure of eternal peace... But so doeth the man that laboureth under the sun in order to take but a small fraction of that which he hath produced.
And all say "Woe unto me" as their health diminishes, as their reflections of life deteriorate into unconsciousness. What is a man that he should live? For they surly exist, but fail to live... How does he that mourns a friends passing present himself on that day? A sorrowful One, but increasingly existence is concentrated into his destiny by the loss of a closest brother, this is vanity and vexation of spirit.
What does a man wish to achieve that it shall eventually be desecrated?
For that man that is consumed by ambition, overcome by the will to please himself by the wishful folly of others, will surly suffer the same destiny.
Know you, the unseeing, that whosoever claims to be earthy superior, is but mere dust, and dust he shall remain. Power is not dependent upon whether others will offer their arms up to be chained, but it's accumulated through intercepting and coinciding with the fate of others... But it is all an illusion, for all men knoweth not when the time will come, but when the time cometh they shall know that superiority is false and equally as vacuous. It is the predetermined path all men are destined to follow.
