While clock time ticks remorselessly on, calm, consistent and without a single concession to our whims and moods, our personal sense of time is surprisingly prankish.As Campbell describes, the "more we live," the "more brief" each stage of life becomes. Shakespeare makes the same point in Sonnet 60: "Nativity, once in the main of light,/Crawls to maturity, wherewith, being crowned,/Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight." We accelerate toward the grave.
from Christopher Nield: The Epoch Times: The Antidote--Classic Poetry for Modern Life: A Reading of 'The River of Life' by Thomas Campbell
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