Where is the light of the forgotten valley? Why does humankind exist upon the earth and what is our purpose here? For the clouds to me are as black as the heavens, and the sky to me is as white as the snow. What is it in the soul of a man that makes him do evil? What is the meaning of the strength of men when even Achilles has died on the field of war? For we flourish like the spring then we wither like the grass by the thoughts of the winter. Day after day I fight and I struggle; day after day I wrestle with the anguish of my heart; all the while I look up at the sky and I see the mysteries of the universe, and I look upon the symbols ineffably begotten upon the world.