Ecclesiastes, or the Hebrew name I prefer, “Kohelet,” used to delight me. I found when I mentioned this reaction to others, it often elicited a skeptical response: No, that is a book of depression, the mournful elegy of Solomon’s old age, futility and even despair. Why should the same text elicit such optimism and liberation to some, including me, and pessimism and darkness to others? Jewish communities read the text each year at Sukkot, the Autumn harvest festival. Is it the joy of the harvest or the dire onset of Winter that we bring to mind? Of course it is both. Moreover, bleak winter is a crucial moment in the cycle of fertility.