The day is our journey, the hour our moment.
Let us tend to them.
If we are hopeful and high-minded in our travels between fire and ice, disappointment seems inevitable.
But if we fill the hour as Emerson advised, leaving no crevice for a repentance or an approval, that is happiness.
Maybe then, in our autumn, we will, like Emerson, find within, not wrinkles & used heart, but unspent youth.
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