“Meaningless! Meaningless!
All perception proves meaningless!
What do people gain of their daily labors which they toil under the sun?
Generations come; and generations go.
The earth is all that is forever.
Sunrise; sunset; marking counted days.
It returns and rises again from where it had risen.
The wind blows to the south and turns to the north.
‘Round and ‘round it goes, forever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.
To the place where streams flow from, there they return again.
All things become wearisome.
The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again.
There is nothing new under the sun.
It was all here already, long ago.
It was here before our time.
No man remembers former generations; and
even those to come
will not be remembered
by the generations to follow them.”
Solomon