Somehow I find that the richer and more prosperous a nation, the more spiritually-deadened it becomes. That in the drift between physical hardship and the pursuit of our earthly dreams, we come to this half-way house in which we are dissatisfied, but not enough to warrant any delving of the purpose of our existence. Just deep down inside, we know that there is so much more to life, but at the same time, material indicators tell us that we are satisfied, that we should be. And from this hollowed existence, we eke out a wretched livelihood of consumerism, pleasure and violence and reap it's comeuppance of misery.
That while we are able to masterfully map out a wonderful blueprint of what we will do, what we will do and what we will do here, we miss out big on the bigger picture. What if there was more to this life? Have we made plans for that? No matter how colourful out testimonials may be, how illustrious our careers and how profitable our lives, as the author of Ecclesiastes says, "Meaningless! Meaningless!" "Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless."
"Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun."
"The wise man has eyes in his head, while the fool walks in the darkness; but I came to realize that the same fate overtakes them both."
"Then I thought in my heart, "The fate of the fool will overtake me also. What then do I gain by being wise?" I said in my heart, "This too is meaningless.""
