- The School of Mankind (Considering Ecclesiastes)
- The Beam (Considering Ecclesiastes)
- Definitions of True Love (Considering Ecclesiastes)
- Work Forces (Considering Ecclesiastes)
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.Ecclesiastes 2:11
Consider the semblances of sweating men and women who are sent to work beneath the sun: Consider they who pick orders of growing flowers: They smash pansies; they slash the green’s prices. Mostly women, but some men, love nurturing lobelias and mashing marigolds, placing them pallet to pallet. They walk the slim, makeshift pathways between the pallets, dodging from greens to greens, stirring hearts. Consider the up-keepers who defend the old plantation; the establishment of an ancient, auspicious mansion: The weary few work to clean the stables that have long since been emptied of livestock. Consider a rugged stock-boy sweltering beside the room of fiery stoves, peeping behind cool counters. By commander cook commissioned to report illustrious inventory. He fulfills: “Five…ten…fifteen kinds of snacks…” “What, do the hungry pupils lurk near? Their stomachs are never be satisfied! They can wait.” “seven..nine…there’s fourteen syrups and cereals; the freezer has several cows!” His fingers ensnare them. Consider the greased flipper, drooping as if asleep, flopping and plunging meat into past-paled grime. Sweat sizzles spuriously upon the stove, splashing onto his brooding face as the overlord eagerly orders. He flips the meat, meeting the mantle to redness crying, “Take me away to everlasting coolness! My face is veiled with a slippery visor until I find a place without leaping lipids.” There are these aspects of the work force, they’re altogether vain and glory-exempt in and of themselves.