But Eternity Remains
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 in 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.
source: Henry David Thoreau, Walden
image: Eddie’s Image Collection