I Have Not Asked For Life. But

We Are In Truth But Pieces On This Chess Board Of Life, Which In The End We Leave, Only To Drop One By One Into The Grave Of Nothingness.

The Wine-cup Is The Little Silver Well, Where Truth, If Truth There Be, Doth Dwell.

Realise This: One Day Your Soul Will Depart From Your Body And You Will Be Drawn Behind The Curtain That Floats Between Us And The Unknown. While You Wait For That Moment, Be Happy, Because You Don't Know Where You Came From And You Don't Know Where You Will Be Going.

Why, All The Saints And Sages Who Discuss'd Of The Two Worlds So Wisely - They Are Thrust Like Foolish Prophets Forth; Their Words To Scorn Are Scattered, And Their Mouths Are Stopped With Dust.

The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever Dies.