I’m contemplating the book of Ecclesiastes, which has this one word in it often translated vanity or meaningless or futility. I’m thinking maybe instead we should translate it “bullshit.”

Bullshit! Bullshit! Utter bullshit! Everything is bullshit.

I have seen all the works which are done under the sun; it’s all bullshit.

I said to myself, “Come now, I will make a test of pleasure; enjoy yourself.” But this was bullshit too!

Then I considered all that my hands had done and the toil I had spent in doing it, and again, it was all bullshit!

Then I said to myself, “What happens to the fool will happen to me also; why then have I been so very wise?” Bullshit!

Here’s some more bullshit that occurs on earth: righteous men who get what the wicked deserve, and wicked men who get what the righteous deserve. This too, I say, is bullshit.

I’m not sure if it captures the intent of the original author, but it sure captures how I feel a lot of days.