stening man matures like an ox. His muscles develop, his discernment      not. 152* Through the round of many births I roamed without reward, without rest, seeking the house-builder. Painful is birth again & again. House-builder, youâre seen! You will not build a house again. All your rafters broken, the ridge pole dismantled, immersed in dismantling, the mind has attained to the end of craving. 153-154* Neither living the chaste life nor gaining wealth in their youth, they waste away like old herons in a dried-up lake depleted of fish. Neither living the chaste life nor gaining wealth in their youth, they lie around, misfired from the bow, sighing over old times. 155-156 - --> - - - -