All does not yet gleam in glory, but all is being purified. We are not yet what we shall be, but we are growing toward it, the process is not yet finished, but it is going on, this is not the end, but it is the road our path. This life therefore is not righteousness, but growth in righteousness, not health, but healing, not being but becoming, not rest but exercise. Have you also learned that secret from the river that there is no such thing as time?" That the river is everywhere at the same time, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the current, in the ocean and in the mountains, everywhere and that the present only exists for it, not the shadow of the past nor the shadow of the future. A thrill of gratitude to whom it may concern to the contrapuntal genius of human fate or to tender ghosts humoring a lucky mortal. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness in a landscape selected at random is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying. There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. Time is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever. The more you are focused on time past and future the more you miss the now, the most precious thing there is. What you perceive as precious is not time but the one point that is out of time: the now. Time isn’t precious at all, because it is an illusion. Time, as far as my father was concerned, was a gift you gave to other people. No matter how much time you've wasted in the past, you still have an entire tomorrow. Even so, time is amazingly fair and forgiving. And you can't save time to spend it on another day. Each human being has exactly the same number of hours and minutes every day. You have to say ‘no’ to other things you’re used to, and do it with all your heart. It's worth making time to find the things that really stir your soul. That is why man cannot be happy happiness is the longing for repetition. Human time does not turn in a circle it runs ahead in a straight line. And therein lies the whole of man's plight. To say 'I don't have time,' is like saying, 'I don't want to. Time is a gift, given to you, given to give you the time you need, the time you need to have the time of your life. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infinitesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is. Time is the most valuable thing that a man can spend. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. We shouldn't waste time on things that might happen someday, or maybe even never. We only get so many years to live it, so we have to do everything we can to make sure those years are as full as they can be. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of time I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Time is precious, but truth is more precious than time. When you are measuring life, you are not living it.
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