I am very sad today. I feel like singing the “everything is meanigless” song written by my good friend M. Rentz.
Oh, what a heavy burden God has laid on men!
It’s such a hopeless struggle, a chasing after the wind.
Tell me, what does man gain from all his toil beneath the sun?
When generations have gone with so many more yet to come…Yeah, the sun rises high just to sink back down below.
It’ll come again tomorrow with a fiery-red, orange glow.
Even the wind blows South before pushing back up North.
Just a turning in circles, and a changing about it’s course…Oh, all the streams of the Earth can’t fill up the mighty sea.
Still they’ve tried to so hard for many a century.
Yes, all that’s to do has already been done.
And there is nothing that’s new, underneath the sun…
No, there is nothing that’s new, underneath the sun!
sad. I haven’t even seen it yet.