Omnia vanitas.-- There was a tree, as old as the race of man, before which the troubled held themselves in prostration to receive wisdom. For thousands of years it divined its wisdom to man: It is in vain. No matter what question was put to it, it gave this answer. What of the wounds of love? What of death? What of virtue?.. It is in vain. Eventually a young philosopher desired to challenge this teaching. He was brought to the tree, and recited to it the verses of poets, the dreams of philosophers, the laments of lovers. Like the others, he was rebuked with the same wisdom- it is in vain. Yet he noted that the tree was not wise at all, it was only the wind listing upon its branches which had produced this utterance. Yet the men around him, as unmoved by his discovery as the tree itself, replied that, born either in heaven or in earth, of all commandments this one had proven the most trustworthy.