Muni, could not ride out hunting when I knew that old age,

suffering, and death exist. My imagination was too vivid. Nor

could I rejoice in the momentary accidents that for an instant

threw pleasure to my lot. The third way, having under stood that

life is evil and stupid, was to end it by killing oneself. I

understood that, but somehow still did not kill myself. The fourth

way was to live like Solomon and Schopenhauer -- knowing that life

is a stupid joke played upon us, and still to go on living, washing