How now, soon tomorrow becomes. Too quickly arrives and is done.
Concede your theories and deductions, untested and incomplete. All your notions false assume and travel light if not arriving without, for we are not yet all the way through, to recall or predict anything with ongoing certitude. Admit revision; be malleable and daily renewed: our highest ideas are seldom our own, and may tomorrow we esteem a dissimilar view, beyond renown seeking ever what is true.
It begs the alert of my tardiest self, how people can appreciate so little for their gift of time that examine how I manage to make so much of mine. It is not that we’ve a slender allocation, or for my part, must have wrung the greater share, but simply; well spent is spare enough. The world is rife of cracked crops, flimsy deeds and oath-sayers who saunter by the seeding season to fuss a Springs plenty missed. The passive hours accumulate, the margin for gain at the widest is brief. Than rather neglected wilt or sprout not at all, stay the hands to sowing, and abundance tomorrow reap.