Sublime

To the ancients, time was a gift of the gods, to be treated with awe and reverence. Elders were respected precisely because they had aged in the stream of time. Time was something higher than the individual, something not to be controlled but to be appreciated. In the sacred view of time, all good things come as part of a rhythmic process, whether

To everything— There is a season— And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together

Morality has central importance to humanity. Those who keep time do so by making claims about what is good and what it means to live a good life.

“Humans are not meant to keep exact time,” the Native poet Sandra Ball once said. “We are meant to live within the confines of seasons, light and dark, and our own body’s rhythms, which are not the same from day to day or from year to year.”

there is always time enough to remember. But there is never time enough to commemorate what we cherish, unless we pause to observe, when they occur, the holiest of all holidays.