hojoki

The flow of the river is ceaseless and its water is
never the same. The bubbles that float in the pools,
now vanishing, now forming, are not of long duration:
so in the world are man and his dwellings…
People die in the morning, they are born in the
evening, like foam on the water.

Kamo no Chomei

futility

How can we escape from you, life, except through death?
Our sorrows are endless. Endure? Escape? Neither is easy.
Yes, the beauty of nature is sweet—the earth,
sea, stars, the orbit of the moon and sun.
But all else is fear and pain.
One day a bit of luck
and then we wait for inexorable Nemesis.

Aisopos