ἀναγκαίως δ’ἔχει βίον θερίζειν ὥστε κάρπιμον στάχυν, καὶ τὸν μὲν εἴναι τὸν μή.
Life must be harvested like the ripe wheat; one person lives and another dies.
Euripides Hypsipye fragment
Or in the words of Oscar Wilde
Thou knowest all — I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed —
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all — I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil,
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all — I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again,
In some divine eternity.
Oscar Wilde – the true knowledge