Where is an intimate  friend  who’ll hear the secret  from me straight out– of what human beings  have been  from the moment they began? They  are  born  of toil  and molded  from  the clay of sorrow.They wander the world for a time,  then  set  off.
Omar Khayyám, Edward Fitzgerald's The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
birth, death, humans, life, sorrow