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Chapter 21 - Time |
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an astronomer said, "Master, what of Time?" |
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| And he answered: You would measure time the measureless
and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct
and even direct the course of your spirit according
to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream
upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing. |
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| Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness,
And knows that yesterday is but to-day's memory and
to-morrow is to-day's dream. And that which sings
and contemplates in you is still dwelling within
the bounds of that first moment which scattered the
stars into space. Who among you does not feel that
his power to love is boundless? And yet who does
not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed
within the centre of his being, and moving not from
love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds
to other love deeds? And is not time even as love
is, undivided and paceless? |
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| But if in your thought you must measure time into
seasons, let each season encircle all the other seasons,
And let to-day embrace the past with remembrance
and the future with longing. |
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