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The rivers are always flowing into the sea. The seasons are always changing. The bird is always feathering its nest or looking for something to eat. The squirrel is always storing up nuts. The tides come and go with the phases of the moon.

When you are young, this perpetual exchange of energy is energizing; but when you are old it may seem exhausting and pointless. Solomon looks upon all the ceaseless labor of nature and is appalled. There is no rest. There is no peace.

The world too is full of labor. The most ambitious among us are constantly toiling. It was not enough for Solomon to build the temple; he had to build a palace too. It was not enough for him to write an exquisitely beautiful love song, the greatest ever penned; he had to write a thousand.

But we are not like nature’s creatures. We grow old and long for rest. We have a home that is not our natural home. We are looking for a place that is not the place where we live and have our being, and this is the source of our discontent.