The past is part of the present and the future. A little rhyme popped in my head just now, and though I know I learned it sometime in grammar school, I’m not sure if it wasn’t my mother who taught it to me:
“Good, better, best
never let it rest,
until your good is better,
and your better is your best.”
I don’t think I’ve thought of that in decades. But it’s been an influence; a source of both triumph and anxiety. A Google search came up with the quotation, but credit is unknown. Most of you have probably heard them at some point in your life as well. Who, somewhere in a past far deeper than my own, first spoke these words? Are they a part of him, now out of place, but holding place forever? How many people were inspired, driven by these simple four lines?
Language then, is a constant; it transcends time. A thought can exist forever. The old philosophers believed that truth and knowledge were the only thing to strive for because they were the only thing that lasted.
I really, really need a cabin in the woods. Within walking distance of a library, of course. Or at the very least, internet access.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Isn’t it great how the Internet has redefined the phrase “getting away.” My cabin in the woods wouldn’t be complete without a cable connection (dial up) at the very least and my nifty little laptop. Why do you think that the more we want to get away, the more we need to feel the connection with the virtual world? Don’t hit me – this is the university environment talking.