"What shadows we are, and
 what shadows we pursue!" 

Winslow "The Obscurations of Spiritual Life"

All is shadow here below!

The world is a shadow; and it passes away!

The creature is a shadow; and the loveliest
and the fondest may be the first to die!

Health is a shadow; fading, and in a moment gone!

Wealth is a shadow; today upon the summit
of affluence, tomorrow at its base, plunged
into poverty and dependence!

Human friendships and creature affections are
but shadows; sweet and pleasant while they
last, but, with a worm feeding at the root of
all created good, the sheltering gourd soon
withers, exposing us to the sun's burning heat
by day, and to the frost's cold chill by night!

Oh, yes! 'Passing Away' is indelibly
inscribed upon everything here below!

Yet how slow are we to realize the solemn lesson:
"What shadows we are, and
 what shadows we pursue!"

Unconverted reader, what is your life but a vapor
that passes away? and what are its pursuits but
shadows; unreal, unsatisfying, evanescent?
Your rank, your wealth, your honors, your pleasures,
are but phantoms which appear but for a little while,
and then are lost in the deeper shadow of the grave,
and the still deeper and longer shadow of eternity!
Oh, turn from these dreams and hallucinations, and,
as a rational, accountable, immortal being, on your
way to judgment, fix your mind upon your solemn,
endless future! You are going to die! And, oh, when
that dread hour comes, so real and appalling, how
will your past life appear?