and he would never have seen the sun or known of its existence. Yet he would have had more peace than in growing up to be an unhappy man.
“How frail is humanity! How short is life, how full of trouble!
May they be like snails that dissolve into slime, like a stillborn child who will never see the sun.
Light is sweet; how pleasant to see a new day dawning.
But most fortunate of all are those who are not yet born. For they have not seen all the evil that is done under the sun.
His birth would have been meaningless, and he would have ended in darkness. He wouldn’t even have had a name,
He might live a thousand years twice over but still not find contentment. And since he must die like everyone else—well, what’s the use?