Old Sayings translated

Though a ship of dead men's nails is passing and the ceasing of tommorrows is in a present time, I lack any misgivings, anxieties, or perplexities.
 
Laments and pathos to the citizens of the green and blue orb, for a red-horned luminescence-handler dispatches the non-human entity with an emotion of extreme vexation due to an understanding that temporal agencies are not giants... The genius should dwell overlong on the mathematics of the fauna due to its similarities to the mathematics of his species, the numeral turns out to be DCLXVI.

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