When we compare the present life of man on earth
with that time of which we have no knowledge,
it seems to me like the swift flight of a single sparrow
through a banqueting hall on a winter's day.
After a few moments of comfort, he vanishes from sight
into the wintry world from which he came.
Even so, man appears on earth for a little while;
but of what went before this life or what will follow,
we know nothing.
In these last days,I have been thinking a great deal about loss.
What loss, your Grace. Is to man the most irrecoverable?
- His virtue.
- No. For by his actions,he may redeem his virtue.
- Then his honor.
- No. For again, he may find the means to recover it,
even as a man recovers some fortune he has lost.
-Then I cannot say, your Majesty.
-TIME, your Grace.
Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable,
for it can never be redeemed.
as time goes by...
http://www.planetario.gov.ar/astro_art_tiemponopara.html
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domingo, 1 de agosto de 2010
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