“No man can order his life, for it comes flowing
over him from behind. But if it lay before us, and we could watch its current
approaching from a long distance, what could we do with it before it had
reached the now? In like wise a man thinks foolishly who imagines he could have
done this and that with his own character and development, if he had but known
this and that in time.”
― George MacDonald
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in the early morning
light blinding intensity
makes the way forward
vague
the river winding
reflecting back the glory of the sun
and cliffs
looming
allow no option
but advance or retreat
each bend in the river
conceals
and then reveals
its secrets
progress thought hidden
is real
surprise gives way to surprise
each new vista
suddenly exposed
becomes the world
and then is left behind
replaced by
the new
amazing
different
and yet merely a moment
on the way
to what is next
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