So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts and seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again as she sat with the children the words of some cradle song, murmured by nature, ‘I am guarding you – I am your support,’ but at other times suddenly and unexpectedly, especially when her mind raised itself slightly from the task actually in hand, had no such kindly meaning, but like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life, made one think of the destruction of the island and its engulfment in the sea, and warned her whose day had slipped past in one quick doing after another that is was all ephemeral as a rainbow..
~ Virginia Woolf { To the Lighthouse }
time passes so quietly most times, so quickly,
we do not often raise our heads to look beyond what tasks are at hand
these small things, these tasks and deeds are what make up our life
yet it is good to raise our heads and see and hear the presence of our world
because
life is ephemeral
and that is the very thing that makes it so worth living
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