make no reference to former roses or to
better ones; they are for what they are;
they exist with God to-day. There is no
time to them. There is simply the rose;
it is perfect in every moment of its existence.
Before a leaf-bud has burst, its whole
life acts; in the full-blown flower there
is no more; in the leafless root there is no
less. Its nature is satisfied, and it satisfies
nature, in all moments alike. But man
postpones or remembers; he does not live
in the present, but with reverted eye laments
the past, or, heedless of the riches that
surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee
the future. He cannot be happy and strong
until he too lives with nature in the present,
above time.
~R.W.Emerson
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