This day I completed my thirty first year, and conceived that I had in all human probability now existed about half the period which I am to remain in this Sublunary world. I reflected that I had as yet done but little, very little indeed, to further the hapiness of the human race, or to advance the information of the succeeding generation. I viewed with regret the many hours I have spent in indolence, and now soarly feel the want of ||
that information which those hours would have given me had they been judiciously expended. but since they are past and cannot be recalled, I dash from me the gloomy thought and resolved in future, to redouble my exertions and at least indeavour to promote those two primary objects of human existance, by giving them the aid of that portion of talents which nature and fortune have bestoed on me; or in future, to live for mankind, as I have heretofore lived for myself. |
If we had nine lives like a cat, we still won't see
All things it offers. We can only extricate
Some dribs and drabs of its variety.
Today the sun burns, breezes blow like breath of heat
The forest dazzles in its shades of green
Monkeys dart to snatch peels left of fruit we eat
Or loudly bark at us from heights unseen.
Reptiles big and small blend with dried leaves and thatch
Birds, butterflies and shaggy sloths their homes have here
While we are only visitors, a glimpse to snatch
Then back to our cool rooms, where we hear
From where we came, reports of heavy snow
Vanity of vanities to try all this to know.
We take long journeys, and yet if we but knew
The limits of what trips like this can teach
How little in one lifetime one can see and do
While much more lies too far beyond one's reach
Just one thing from this travel we should know
As long as you can breathe, you need to strive
To do your duty, as if God had told you so
To have some purpose while you stay alive
"As if"--for we are never sure, don't know indeed
Are we just like the creatures which we watch, no more?
Like palms we see, each with its giant seed
From coconuts swept up upon the ocean shore?
Are we but part of Nature's complex weave
To do our bit, depart and no trace leave?
Life is too short, therefore we better use each day.
To do the utmost, spend its time with care
And never waste it--so we truly may
Deserve our privilege to breathe this precious air.
And not hang on like sloths and go along the flow
We have no other chance on Earth, you know.
Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 2 January 2008