Ecclesiastes 1:2–8 KJV
Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun? One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth forever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose. The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing.
The Juggler’s Tale
There was a performer who devoted their life to juggling and dreamed of becoming synonymous with the art the way Houdini was with escape. They practiced their craft religiously and performed on any stage available. When the audience didn’t show, instead of spinning objects around their head, they imagined spinning the cylinder of a .38 and putting it in their mouth.
It started in elementary school. The other children often overlooked or bullied them. A couple of teachers gave a shit. You are a very creative juggler! Seeing they were better at it than the kids…
