Tuesday, June 14, 2016


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 fill the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars.

I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. 

I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.

~Henry David Thoreau

photo: © bruce behnke 2016