"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

A Question Of Timing

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“To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born,
And a time to die;

A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill,
And a time to heal;

A time to break down,
And a time to build up;

A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;

A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to gain,
And a time to lose;

A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;

A time to tear,
And a time to sew;

A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;

A time to love,
And a time to hate;

A time of war,
And a time of peace.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. 

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This machine in Salisbury Cathedral may be the world’s oldest working mechanical clock, possibly dating from the fourteenth century.

It was designed without face or hands,
but tells the time by striking the hour.

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3 responses

  1. The piano concerto was a perfect accompaniment …

    Trying to imagine a day where you only know the time once each hour. Wondering if it would cause more stress or less?!

    June 12, 2011 at 3:01 am

    • I think our addiction to the dictates of time are quite recent. Depending instead on the transitions from day to night, and the seasons, seems much gentler…

      June 12, 2011 at 11:40 am

  2. Pingback: Cloistered « Neither Use Nor Ornament

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