Time Flies...
It goes so fast...you never know how it flies! There is always this fleeting change where never gets to stay...everything gets to pass! Change becomes the only constant. Indeed, we have all experienced the constancy and perpetual renovation of the material world which surrounds us. Frail and transitory as is every part of it, restless and migratory as are its elements, never-ceasing as are its changes, still it abides.
It is bound together by a law of permanence, it is set up in unity; and though it is ever dying , it is ever coming to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives.
Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony, how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. Change upon change - yet one change cries out to another. The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of the night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into wintor, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over the grave.
By the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair....
All this came to me when I read through the greeting words of the KDZ's Update...that my sweet close friend gets to write to every news update...Mari an ever adorable angel!
Sending you all my love from the not as cold Belgium!!
It is bound together by a law of permanence, it is set up in unity; and though it is ever dying , it is ever coming to life again. Dissolution does but give birth to fresh modes of organization, and one death is the parent of a thousand lives.
Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony, how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole. It is like an image on the waters, which is ever the same, though the waters ever flow. Change upon change - yet one change cries out to another. The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of the night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched. Spring passes into summer, and through summer and autumn into wintor, only the more surely, by its own ultimate return, to triumph over the grave.
By the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair....
All this came to me when I read through the greeting words of the KDZ's Update...that my sweet close friend gets to write to every news update...Mari an ever adorable angel!
Sending you all my love from the not as cold Belgium!!
