Nature never makes haste; her systems revolve at an even pace. The bud swells imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion, as though the short spring days were an eternity. All her operations seem separately for the time, the single object for which all things tarry. Why, then, should man hasten as if anything less than eternity were allotted for the least deed? Let him consume never so many eons, so that he go about the meanest task well, though it be but the paring of his nails. If the setting sun seems to hurry him to improve the day while it lasts, the chant of the crickets fails not to reassure him, even-measured as of old, teaching him to take his own time henceforth forever. The wise man is restful, never restless or impatient. He each moment abides there where he is, as some walkers actually rest the whole body at each step, while others never relax the muscles of the leg till the accumulated fatigue obliges them to stop short.
As the wise is not anxious that time wait for him, neither does he wait for it.
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we wonder what happened to the long days that lasted forever as a child! when you have nothing to do and have to make up games go fishing explore! time was slow now we have so many things to do we rush around as fast as we can and there is never enough time ! we forget this ! try and keep it in the front of your mind! stay away from t.v., computer, and be the wiser for i!, they have there time!,make your life last!. michael jameson oldantiqueguy@hotmail.com
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