While one must live in the world, he cannot love it. Such is the state of a traveler whose home is somewhere else. He longs for two things: quick passage and sweet return.
Nature is thus: what holds substance is pulled rapidly to the earth, while hot air so quickly riseth. How distant the hallowed and the hallow - the head prostrate and that in the sky.
There are those that love Shakespeare, and then those that love the feeling of understanding something no one else can. Another example of a life full of empty pleasures.