Nothing lasts. The work, the worries, the possessions, the reputation, even the memory of having been here—all of it eventually disappears. Ecclesiastes does not answer this problem by discovering some hidden permanence. It asks whether the fleetingness of life might change how we receive its ordinary pleasures. Can we enjoy what is given without pretending that it will last or asking it to make life enjoy what is given without pretending that it mean more than it can?
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