Late at night the night before last I jotted the following down on my phone, then completely forgot about it. Discovered it again just now, for what it's worth:
Life never stops because it is never fully lived.
Desire never stops because it is never fully satisfied.
Love never stops because it is never fully attained.
The body grows old but these three--life, desire, love--never age. They are born always new, again and again.
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You have described the essence of time. A fog may conceal the mountain, but it stands whole not the less.
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