Meditation

Photograph of author Robert Louis Stevenson

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We are in such haste to be doing, to be writing, to be gathering gear, to make our voice audible a moment in the derisive silence of eternity, that we forget one thing, of which these are but the parts—namely, to live.  We fall in love, we drink hard, we run to and fro upon the earth like frightened sheep.  And now you are to ask yourself if, when all is done, you would not have been better to sit by the fire at home, and be happy thinking.  To sit still and contemplate . . . is this not to know both wisdom and virtue, and to dwell with happiness?

Robert Louis Stevenson

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