The Predictability of Life
A generation goes,
a generation comes,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises,
the sun sets,
then rushes back to where it arose.
The wind blows southward,
then northward, constantly circulating,
and the wind comes back again in its courses.
All the rivers flow toward the sea,
but the sea is never full;
then rivers return to the headwaters where they began.
Everything is wearisome,
more than man is able to express.
The eye is never satisfied by seeing,
nor the ear by hearing.
Whatever has happened, will happen again;
whatever has been done, will be done again.
There is nothing new on earth.
Does anything exist about which someone might say,
“Look at this! Is this new?”
It happened ages ago;
it existed before we did.
No one remembers those in the past,
nor will they be remembered
by those who come after them.
