"Because you can be sure, my dear Crito, that misuse of words is not only troublesome in itself, but actually has a bad effect on the soul." Phaedo

A Beacon to the Wise

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This moment will never return. Any human attempt to grasp a moment, recaptured from the past, diminishes the quintessential vitality of its uniqueness to a type of vain glory commercialism.

But to be rested in the knowledge that each ‘now’ is unlike any other ‘now’ and cannot be recalibrated, is to deeply cherish the pristine singularity of what it means to be alive within the true wonder of time, that the syntax of actualization is through the mystery of God’s creative wonder that no human hand can manifest. Beauty is in the very idea that that moment of joy, or even sadness, is unrepeatable. Like any child whose essential being cannot be duplicated, it is that unreachable unchangeably that substantiates life as precious. And, to experience that which makes life precious, is to know a joy that is not of this world.

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