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