The last occasions when the timetable of our lives would be interrupted for many years to come.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.
Surely a long life must be somewhat tedious, since we are forced to call in so many trifling things to help rid us of our time, which will never return.
The law of unintended consequences pushes us ceaselessly through the years, permitting no pause for perspective.
The years from about eight to twelve constitute a unique period of human life.
There are periods in history when change is necessary, and other periods when it is better to keep everything for the time as it is. The art of life is to be in the rhythm of your age.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.
In a 24/7 news cycle, with all the shrieking, howling voices and rapid-response and instant spinning and Soviet-style disinformation-mongering, a good idea has a shelf life of about, um, six seconds.
Consider what it is like to go into a new classroom and to see before you suddenly, and in a way you cannot avoid recognizing, the dreadful consequences of a year's wastage of so many lives.
Our lives are a sequence of things. When we're alive, they're continuing, just as my words now are an improvisation. So the idea of 30 years is actually quite nebulous. It's impossible to encapsulate it. All you can do is go: 'what next?'
We have a finite amount of time. Whether short or long, it doesn't matter. Life is to be lived.