life unfolds itself in mysteries ways.

You shall be held down by the chains of your own judgment.

Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?

You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable. You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons. Of time you would make a stream upon whose bank you would sit and watch its flowing.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?

It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding; and to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving.