Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

Praise they that will times past, I joy to see
My selfe now live: this age best pleaseth mee.

Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
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Listen to the Water-Mill:
Through the live-long day
How the clicking of its wheel
Wears the hours away!
Languidly the Autumn wind
Stirs the forest leaves,
From the field the reapers sing
Binding up their sheaves:
And a proverb haunts my mind
As a spell is cast,
"The mill cannot grind
With the water that is past."

Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past read more

Therefore Agathon rightly says: "Of this alone even God is
deprived, the power of making things that are past never to have
been."

Thou unrelenting past.

Thou unrelenting past.

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the read more

You can clutch the past so tightly to your chest that it leaves your arms too full to embrace the present.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.

Study the past if you would divine the future.

Study the past if you would divine the future.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were.