Thoreau Thursdays (24): Time is But the Stream I Go A-Fishing In

September 29, 2011

“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.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden

Watery reflections

The finite and the infinite — our lives are but a shallow dip in the endless streaming of Eternity.  We wish we could anchor ourselves for a longer stay, but the tides of time will ultimately triumph.  We will all die.

I’ve pretty much reconciled myself to my death and the fact that there will likely be no lasting memory of my time on Earth even a generation after I am gone.  Not even a light footprint.  And that’s okay.  I will be subsumed back into Nature, which is eternal.  My atoms will survive in a new form.

“As for man, his days are like grass:
He flourishes like a flower in the field;
The wind blows over it and is gone,
And its place remembers it no more.”
— Psalm 103: 15 – 16

“Surely human insignificance is at least as much of a mystery as human existence.”
— David Rieff, Swimming in a Sea of Death

“I bequeath myself to the dirt
to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look
for me under your boot-soles.”
— Walt Whitman, “Song of Myself”

“To end with nothing is something.”
— Suvan Geer

“. . . from generation to generation, the earth abides.  We are the earth, we come from the earth, and to the earth we return.  The earth abides.”
— Richard Quinney, Once Again the Wonder


One Response to “Thoreau Thursdays (24): Time is But the Stream I Go A-Fishing In”

  1. Adrienne Says:

    thank you for sharing a moment of beauty each day.

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