‘Life passes with the rapidly of a sigh; thought no sooner comes that it is gone.  So unsubstantial is life! Mere lengthening of life does not guarantee happiness.  Even if life is prolonged, it seems but a short time, and we fly away as in a dream.’ These are words coming from a man standing on the very verge of death and looking back over the days of his pilgrimage. But, who knoweth? 

                                       “Not now but in the coming years

                                        It may be in the bitter land,

    We’ll read the meaning of our tears

    And there, sometime, we’ll understand,”

In this mournful autobiography, Billy, a sage speaks about his old age, after he had fully proved that all the pleasure; he carried out his schemes of commercial enterprise.  He was surrounded by the fascinating splendour of court life.  All that the carnal heart could desire was at his command; but what came out of his great learning?