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Of rushings hither, flyings thither,
And never knowing whence or whither,
Seeking to find his soul for ever,
But ever foiled in the endeavour;
A shuttlecock predestinate
Created for the sport of fate;
An actor in an aimless plot—
Such is man's ever-hapless lot:
Consistent but in inconsistence,
Such is, was, must be, his existence.
And never knowing whence or whither,
Seeking to find his soul for ever,
But ever foiled in the endeavour;
A shuttlecock predestinate
Created for the sport of fate;
An actor in an aimless plot—
Such is man's ever-hapless lot:
Consistent but in inconsistence,
Such is, was, must be, his existence.
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