“ My life passes more swiftly than a runner. It flees away without a glimpse of happiness.It disappears like a swift papyrus boat, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand. My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.” InterludeWe are merely moving shadows, and all our busy rushing ends in nothing. We heap up wealth, not knowing who will spend it.