Go read the Book of Ecclesiastes

So, yesterday, I was sitting with Mi5 ... that is, my friend, Mi, whose in the 5th Quarter of Life ... 80 something. I told him about my 40'ish Philosopher dinner guest who thought the writer of Ecclesiastes was a real downer; Mi replied:

A downer? 

My &$$, you bet he was a downer! 

He was damn depressed.

So much for my thinking that even though the World carries on with its cosmological and meteorological regulated happenings with utter disregard for us peop's, there is a positive message in the writings of Kohelles (the self-identified author of Ecclesiastes) that finding love of an-Other and the Good Life can open us to optimism.

New anecdotal theory:

40-ish people seek some abstract meaning;

70'ish people are satisfied 

if they've made peace with their life 

and their lover/husband/wife hasn't 

kicked them out of bed, yet; and

80-ish folk regress to the 40-ish position.

All this is, I suppose, to say: I don't (yet) got a clue. Do you?