I always thought it was cool how this expressed the same thing:
Vanity of vanities, vanity of vanities; all is vanity.
What profit hath a man of all his labor which he taketh under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever.
The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.
The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full: unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
All things are full of labor; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
Is there any thing whereof it may be said, See, this is new? it hath been already of old time, which was before us.
There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.
I turned myself to consider wisdom, madness, and folly: for what can the king’s successor do?
Just that which has been done long ago.
Then I saw that wisdom excels folly, as far as light excels darkness.
The wise man’s eyes are in his head, and the fool walks in darkness—and yet I perceived that one event happens to them all.
Then I said in my heart, “As it happens to the fool, so will it happen even to me; and why was I then more wise?” Then I said in my heart that this also is vanity.
For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory for ever, since in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool!
So I hated life, because the work that is worked under the sun was grievous to me; for all is vanity and a chasing after wind.
I hated all my labor in which I labored under the sun, because I must leave it to the man who comes after me.
Who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have rule over all of my labor in which I have labored, and in which I have shown myself wise under the sun. This also is vanity.
My favorite line is always:
For of the wise man, even as of the fool, there is no memory for ever, since in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. Indeed, the wise man must die just like the fool!
2006-08-16 16:51:47
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answered by Katherine 3
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What is the point? There is no point all of thie this will fall away some day and we will be left with only our spirits or our core being. We will not hoave riches to hide behind. It will be the core of who you are.. Will you mesure up?
2006-08-16 23:07:48
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answered by memorris900 5
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Whats the point, is the point. When you stop asking, the dirt gets piled on.
2006-08-16 23:09:36
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answer #3
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answered by JUNK MAN 3
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The point is exactly and precisely just what you think it is and what I think doesn't really count at all.
2006-08-16 23:10:10
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answer #4
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answered by Magic One 6
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There's really not one. But you thought it'd be fun to sk, so we're answering to humor you.
2006-08-16 23:06:45
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answer #5
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answered by Mariposa 7
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the point is the triangular, sharp end of reality.
2006-08-16 23:07:04
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answered by ♥ Lips of Morphine ♥ 4
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