It's all smoke

Today, the shell of the shy and soft spoken guy will be lowered 6 feet under.
Where is he? - A priceless question, no doubt.

He worked hard, did what he did best and captivated the crowds. They pursued him in a passionate stampede, trampled him, and while some remain to mourn, others rush passed, eyes transfixed on their next victim.



Musings from King Solomon in Ecclesiastes :

- He arrived naked from the womb of his mother; He'll leave in the same condition—with nothing. This is bad luck, for sure—naked he came, naked he went.

- When I realized that my fate's the same as the fool's, I had to ask myself, "So why bother being wise?" It's all smoke, nothing but smoke.
The smart and the stupid both disappear out of sight. In a day or two they're both forgotten. Yes, both the smart and the stupid die, and that's it.

- I hate life. As far as I can see, what happens on earth is a bad business. It's smoke—and spitting into the wind.
And I hated everything I'd accomplished and accumulated on this earth. I can't take it with me—no, I have to leave it to whoever comes after me. Whether they're worthy or worthless—and who's to tell?—they'll take over the earthly results of my intense thinking and hard work. Smoke.

- Life, lovely while it lasts, is soon over. Life as we know it, precious and beautiful, ends. The body is put back in the same ground it came from. The spirit returns to God, who first breathed it.

- The last and final word is this: Fear God. Do what he tells you. And that's it. Eventually God will bring everything that we do out into the open and judge it according to its hidden intent, whether it's good or evil.

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