Life is not short, but in
retrospect it seems to be, and its memories are distant, as they float
like fish in the oceans of time, lacking both definition and scale, and
hanging lifelessly around in random arrays. Every moment is of the same
length, but a moment in the past is nothing, its thoughts and emotions
are nothing, they are gone and useless to the present, while a moment in
the future is long and touchable. A thought that is past is as nothing,
and it is forgotten, for the past and the future are like a one-way
mirror, you can look forward into the future, but looking into the past
you can see only the present reflected back at you. What good are the
joys or sorrows of yesterday? They are as far removed as those of a
thousand years ago, but it is the joys and sorrows of tomorrow that loom
the largest. Why look into the past for completion, when it is found
only in the future?" Thus spoke the King.
Once both of them had finished there was a short pause, each reflective
and absorbed with his own thoughts. At last the King broke through the
still waters of the moment and sent his rippling voice across its
formless surface, which revived at once and was joined by many others,
until the outward expression of consciousness sent the waters of the
mind again into their complex and interwoven dances.
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