Thursday, June 29, 2006
Time flies when you are having fun. Right now it is dragging its weary feet across a path full of obstacles, wondering if it would be easier to just turn back. Unfortunately, there is no turning back for time. There is only one direction, and that is onward. So it slowly plods on, unwilling, hopeless, tired and aching, hoping for respite, waiting for this journey to get over. I wonder if anybody ever told time that its journey would go on for ever. That there was no breaks, no end. That th eroad just winds on and on. If they had told time, would it have taken the job? Could it have refused? What would have happened then?
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On a slightly related note, have you read this?
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Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.
The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.
Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Will time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.
-- W. H. Auden
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Auden is such a delight at times. This is where I took it from. Have fun!
You should title your post a brief history of time or something.
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