Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I
drink
I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current
slides
away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky,
whose
bottom is pebbly with stars.
Henry David Thoreau
 |
Walden Pond, circa 1900 |
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