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A bald man put another’s hair on his head and went riding. A gust of wind blew it off, and the onlookers roared with laughter. Stopping his horse, he said, “Why should I be surprised that hair which was never mine has deserted me, when it abandoned even the man it belonged to, on whose head it was born?” Let no one grieve over the misfortunes that befall him, for what was not naturally his at birth will not remain with him. We all came into the world naked, and naked we shall leave it.