The Air Is Zeus, Zeus Earth, And

You Have Been Trapped In The Inescapable Net Of Ruin By Your Own Want Of Sense.

Nought Is There In Wealth That Serves As Bulwark 'gainst The Subtle Stealth Of Destiny And Doom.

Human Prosperity Never Rests But Always Craves More, Till Blown Up With Pride It Totters And Falls. From The Opulent Mansions Pointed At By All Passers-by None Warns It Away, None Cries, 'let No More Riches Enter!'.

High Fortune, This In Man's Eye Is God And More Than God Is This.

Unanimous Hatred Is The Greatest Medicine For A Human Community.