To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven. Are you hearing The Byrds? If your music leans to the sixties, you're hearing Roger McGuin. Usually I am, but I got hit with some cognitive dissonance today when I went to a funeral and was reminded that the meaningful words of this song come not from The Byrds, but from Ecclesiastes, found in the Old Testament of the Bible. Ecclesiastes is one of the books that was originally written as poetry, and as a result, the words often sound like the lyrics of our lives. Looking back over the words I heard today, I felt a little bit of despair. No, a lot of despair. While I was not close to the woman who died, I found myself reliving, in the sacred words with which families mourn, the deaths of my husband, my parents, and close friends and family who have gone before me. Tears streamed down my face, giving away my feelings and telling those nearby that yes, once again, I had gone to a funeral without tissues. ...