hello this is a post Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another. Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away. There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.