<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566745</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:21:19.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is meaningless.</title><subtitle type='html'>by 3D</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsshui2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsshui2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760519569819444936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5566745.post-105788469069988485</id><published>2003-07-10T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T17:51:30.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do you do the things you do?  We eat, drink, laugh, work, and sleep - yet we all die.  Everything is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 1:3-11, 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun? &lt;br /&gt;4 Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever. &lt;br /&gt;5 The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises. &lt;br /&gt;6 The wind blows to the south and turns to the north; round and round it goes, ever returning on its course. &lt;br /&gt;7 All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full.  To the place the streams come from, there they return again. &lt;br /&gt;8 All things are wearisome, more than one can say.  The eye never has enough of seeing, nor the ear its fill of hearing. &lt;br /&gt;9 What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;10 Is there anything of which one can say, "Look! This is something new"?  It was here already, long ago; it was here before our time. &lt;br /&gt;11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even those who are yet to come will not be remembered by those who follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5566745-105788469069988485?l=jsshui2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566745/posts/default/105788469069988485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5566745/posts/default/105788469069988485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsshui2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105788469069988485' title=''/><author><name>3D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10760519569819444936</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
