the silent gold

The more the words the less the meaning,
and how does that profit anyone?
Ecc 6:11

I continue my journey into the depth of Ecclesiastes and it so so apprarent that this passage and verse could not come at a better time. It was a day of gross revalations and the rudest awakening to the blindingly loathsome stakes that are played in this grand shennanigan we call life.

Its very humbling, almost assuring, to know that sometimes less is more. That not all that glitters is gold and maybe, Nietzsche got it right all those years ago: Truths are only illusions we forget are illusions.