I see no changes
The poor waste away in squalor
The rich and privileged waste away in pleasure
There is no joy without a dose of pain
There is no love without hate
Could there be life after death?
You would have to walk with death to know
The devotion of humanity to the quest for knowledge
Has left us no better
Our existence hangs on the rope
We live per chance
No knowledge of tomorrow
No common love for all races
No remedy for the dead.
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA)