"I feasted on the wind," the old man continues, "and was left hungry. The holes I dug to forget the sun only served to remind me of the warmth of her rays. Some of those rays linger still within my present pit. But it was there, there in isolation, that I first embarked upon my journey to seek out wisdom, knowledge, and truth. I had become suddenly acutely aware of the 'spark' within my soul. The spark that harkens back to a time long forgotten. The spark that exists in all mankind, but that burns out so quickly where there is no wick. And I relied on it to guide me to the greater light, because wisdom is better than foolishness, just as light is better than darkness. Yet when I applied myself to understanding wisdom and knowledge, as well as stupidity and folly, I came to see that this too was merely feeding on wind. For in much wisdom is much grief. The more knowledge, the more suffering. This too was vanity."