Time then is not to be divided into centuries and hours and minutes:
but just as each atom figures a world in itself, so each moment is an
eternity, one link in an endless chain which binds the remotest past
to the remotest future. Time's mirror may look with changeless face
upon the tens of thousands of events which defile before it and pass
away leaving no mark;--but that is not to say that these events are
without issue, since their consequences ripple out into space for
ever and ever. What has happened never wholly ceases to happen. To
mankind a sentiment of it may return in many forms--in a snatch of
music, in a perfume, in some subtle vibration or illumination of the
atmosphere--and these returns are authentic parcels of the original
moment, for time is to be divorced neither from material nor
immaterial things. This Present, which to us will so soon be Past,
keeps, as it flies, something of its true essence, and will revive
its influence a year, a century, thousands of centuries later, in
some scent or sound, or unforeseen collocation of circumstance.
This continuing process gives us our only approach to the conception
of eternity, for there could be no endless time if the hours lived
only once and for all, and then died irremediably. Seconds which
have their passage grow enriched in its course and cease, only to
revive in a new form, after the same fashion as ourselves who, when
death has resolved us, will live again in other combinations of our
elements, no particle of which can be lost in space or time. Each
second comprehends eternity, as each atom the infinite, and the
course of all that is in the universe is rotary, an orbit constant as
those of stars or of electrons. Everything wheels about space in
circles; and probably movement in time is also circular: so that when
we find ourselves strangely imagining things which have been, or
things which may sometime be, we can explain ourselves to ourselves
with the reflection that our momentary path has doubtless that second
crossed the emanations of some instant fully lived by another, long
ago.
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