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Ceva nou

 „Toate fluviile curg în mare, dar marea nu se umple, căci ele se întorc din nou la locul din care au plecat.

Toate lucrurile se zbuciumă mai mult decât poate omul să o spună: ochiul nu se satură de câte vede şi urechea nu se umple de câte aude.

Ceea ce a mai fost, aceea va mai fi, şi ceea ce s-a întâmplat se va mai petrece, căci nu este nimic nou sub soare.

Dacă este vreun lucru despre care să se spună: „Iată ceva nou!" aceasta a fost în vremurile străvechi, de dinaintea noastră.”

(Ecclesiastul 1, 7-10)

 

”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.”

(Ecclesiastes 1:7-10)



Privire spre necunoscut / Gaze into the Unknown

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January 2026

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