“Our revels now are ended.

These our actors,

As I foretold you,

were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air;

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff As dreams are made on,

and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.”

Shakespeare

“The days of the years of our lives are few & swifter than a weaver’s shuttle.

Life is a short & fevered rehearsal for a concert we cannot stay to give.

Just when we appear to have attained some proficiency

we are forced to lay our instruments down.

There is simply not time enough to think, to become,

to perform what the constitution of our natures indicates we are capable of.”

“How completely satisfying to turn from our limitations

to a God who has none.

Eternal years lie in His heart.

For Him time does not pass, it remains;

and those who are in Christ share with Him

all the riches of limitless time & endless years.”

The responsibilities & pressures of this world clamor for our attention

They tend to squeeze our inner lives & starve our souls.

When this happens, we lose sight of the things that matter

We focus on the things that are passing away.

Our value systems become confused

when we invest more of our thought & concern in things

that are doomed to disappear than in that which will endure forever.

A W Tozer