Ecclesiastes

[jhetley]

People have been posting poetry lately, some of it stuff I find so topical it depresses the hell out of me. I try to remember that life is cycles:

To every thing there is a season,
And a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace.

Comments

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

I keep reminding myself that we have to go through this crap every thirty to fifty years whether we want to or not, and that the end result is a jagged but noticeable upward trend.

And then my inner Yankee remins me, even after the world ends, you still have to get up and feed and milk the cows next morning.