Truth?

The book of Ecclesiastes contains this troublesome phrase toward the beginning:

Much learning earns you much trouble.
The more you know, the more you hurt.

Then, toward the end, the Quester says this:

There's no end to the publishing of books, and constant study wears you out so you're no good for anything else.

Has our journey toward the "truth" or our own quest for "knowledge" brought us more joy, or more pain?

Have you spent more time debating and arguing over your own understanding than actually living life?