Let us not bend honor into weakness, but looking at the unchanging face of a heavenly star, let us give forth our duty. Death shall not strike a balance with a mortal. It shall take us with the ice of cold winter’s sting; like a stag does it run and sweep its legs upon the clouds knowing the value of things unseen. Through death do we know the value of things in life. From doing folly a heart may find wisdom. No one was ever right without first being wrong; neither did a morning ever sing without the night before. Give yourself not to vain ambition; think of death so that life may find its purpose. The summer will run with the heart of perfect freedom; and we shall laugh with the tears of remembrance on the day of summer’s end. For all the pomp and the vanity of the world is nothing. Remove yourself from hatred and false love, for these things are present in the evil dreams of humankind and in our bitter nights and decrepit thoughts; the madness and the cruelty of our haunted voices will live without purpose and think without direction. The vices are a swirling pool of water which falls into nothing, its thoughts are merely the shadows of the world in the oblivion of the fire.