He fails to see that with every moment that passes his body decays. The Wolf of Time rushes upon him when he is still prattling of my children, my wife, my wealth, my relations. Death swallows him when he is still thinking of what is done, what is yet to be done and what is half-done. Therefore do today what is required to be ready tomorrow, do in the forenoon what is meant for the afternoon. Death waits not to see what is done or not done.
Helplessly man swings from birth to death and again from death to birth.
He goes from here to there as from house to house. What is sown here is reaped elsewhere. Of a tree that is watered at the roots, the fruits are seen on the branches above. Freedom from desire, non-attachment is the only way to Liberation. All evils are born of attachment.