Everyone Shares The Same Fate.

Faith Is The Ability To Honor Stillness At Some Moments, And At Others To Ride The Passion And Exuberance.

A World In Which Time Is Absolute Is A World Of Consolation. For While The Movements Of People Are Unpredictable, The Movement Of Time Is Predictable. While People Can Be Doubted, Time Cannot Be Doubted. While People Brood, Time Skips Ahead Without Looking Back. In The Coffee Houses, In The Government Buildings, In Boats Of Lake Geneva, People Look At Their Watches And Take Refuge In Time. Each Person Knows That Somewhere Is Recorded The Moment She Was Born, The Moment She Took Her First Step, The Moment Of Her First Passion, The Moment She Said Goodbye To Her Parents.

Unfortunately, Public Debates Do Not Have Much Room For Subtlety. The Audience Wants A Quick Thrust At Your Opponent, Not A Slow And Convoluted Series Of Moves. Whenever Obama Uses Subtleties In Discussing A Complex Issue, He Gets Creamed.

We're Plugged In 24 Hours A Day Now. We're All Part Of One Big Machine, Whether We Are Conscious Of That Or Not. And If We Can't Unplug From That Machine, Eventually We're Going To Become Mindless.

One Cannot Walk Down An Avenue, Converse With A Friend, Enter A Building, Browse Beneath The Sandstone Arches Of An Old Arcade Without Meeting An Instrument Of Time. Time Is Visible In All Places. Clock Towers, Wristwatches, Church Bells Divide Years Into Months, Months Into Days, Days Into Hours, Hours Into Seconds, Each Increment Of Time Marching After The Other In Perfect Succession. And Beyond Any Particular Clock, A Vast Scaffold Of Time, Stretching Across The Universe, Lays Down The Law Of Time Equally For All.