In a search for some meaning to life, people often go to the Bible’s Poetical books:
Job, Pslams, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes and the Song of Soloman… especially Ecclesiastes, written by the “teacher” more than 3,000 years ago… when he dishes on infinite wisdom… as seen here:
"What do people gain from all their labors
at which they toil under the sun?
Generations come and generations go,
but the earth remains forever.
The sun rises and the sun sets,
and hurries back to where it rises.
The wind blows to the south
and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
ever returning on its course.
All streams flow into the sea,
yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
there they return again.
All things are wearisome,
more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
nor the ear its fill of hearing.
What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new under the sun.
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.
No one remembers the former generations,
and even those yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow them.
I said to myself, “Come now,
I will test you with pleasure
to find out what is good.”
But that also proved to be meaningless.
“Laughter,” I said, “is madness.
And what does pleasure accomplish?”
I tried cheering myself with wine, and embracing folly--
my mind still guiding me with wisdom.
I wanted to see what was good for people
to do under the heavens during the few days of their lives.
I undertook great projects:
I built houses for myself and planted vineyards.
I made gardens and parks and planted all kinds of fruit trees in them.
I made reservoirs to water groves of flourishing trees.
I bought male and female slaves and had other slaves who were born in my house.
I also owned more herds and flocks than anyone in Jerusalem before me.
I amassed silver and gold for myself, and the treasure of kings and provinces.
I acquired male and female singers, and a harem[a] as well—the delights of a man’s heart.
I became greater by far than anyone in Jerusalem before me.
With every thought
Every dream, every known event
Every passion, every pain
Every love, every hate,
It comes to this one question
for all mankind, in all of time"
This one question posed more than 3,000 years ago was certainly asked with this in mind?
Why did Wilson throw that pass
that gave the Super Bowl XLIX win to the Patriots?
And while we're on Ecclesiastes, who in the name of all things holy… invented politics as a way to govern greedy, slovenly, lazy masses. How did might makes right lose out? It makes the most sense.