I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
West with the Night
by Beryl Markham
(sk)
過ぎ去った時間と、これからの時間。
物理学でも哲学でもないところで時間が語られると、そうかなと思う。