It has been 20 years or so since I last read the Bible. I can’t say I was particularly impressed by it at the time; the oft rambling, repetitious and contradictory mess that it is. But, today I am an older man — though not an ounce wiser — and the palpable presence of death looming at the end of every prostate exam goads me into the spiritual, or at least the pretense thereof.* When looking at the Bible, there is perhaps no better book to start with than Ecclesiastes. No other book captures the spirit of life, nor better grounds us in the reality of our world. It begins with this: “Meaningless! Meaningless! says the Teacher. Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless.
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