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One generation passes away, and another generation comes; But the earth abides forever.  
The sun rises, and the sun goes down, and hastens to the place where it arose.  
 
The wind goes toward the south, And turns around to the north; The wind whirls about continually, And comes again on its circuit. 

              All the rivers run into the sea, Yet the sea is not full; To the place from which the rivers come, There they return again.    All things are full of labor; Man cannot express it.

The eye is not satisfied with seeing, Nor the ear filled with hearing.    
    Just a thought.