I wonder about Ecclesiastes tonight: br is everything just a repetition of the past br a repetition of the things that had been br and will be repeated again br br Is there nothing new under the sun br and how can we go on br knowing it is so - br I feel so weary by what I see br br And by what experience brings br it feels as if the only time I know br is the time to throw away stones br the stones of memory br br In every dropp of sweetest delight br seems to lurk the pain of deceit br the bitterness of deception br bringing more pain unto me br br Why should false expectation br and deceptive positive reflection br always be followed by br cold retribution br br And bitter memory?br br Margaret Alicebr br