
There's Always So Much To Be Done.
'I denied myself nothing my eyes desired;
I refused my heart no pleasure.
My heart took delight in all my work,
and this was the reward for all my labor.
Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done
and what I had toiled to achieve,
everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind;
nothing was gained under the sun.'
'"Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."'
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