one of my favorites sons in 1970 was Turn, Turn, turn by the birds, taken from Ecclesestes and released in October, 1965. The basic message of Ecclesastes is that life sucks, there is real point to anything, the only that matters is to love your companion, and enjoy your work for its on sake, not as a means to an end. Perhaps we can discuss this topic on Sunday and Tuesday ... the skeptics and agnostics will love it, heck, I love and I am only a cynic!
Here is a quote from chapter 1:
Ecclesiastes 1 (The Message)
These are the words of the Quester, David's son and king in Jerusalem 2-11 Smoke, nothing but smoke. [That's what the Quester says.] There's nothing to anything—it's all smoke.
What's there to show for a lifetime of work,
a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone?
One generation goes its way, the next one arrives,
but nothing changes—it's business as usual for old planet earth.
There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
2-8 A right time for birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
9-13 But in the end, does it really make a difference what anyone does?
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