Perhaps, and I think this more as I grow older, what we speak of as time passing happens only because we have made it a habit, in our very blood and bones, to count things—the fingers of a newborn child, the rising and returning of the sun, we think so often of how many days must pass or how many seasons before our corn will ripen or our child grow in the womb and come to birth
Next page..or some longed-for meeting take place; and we watch these by the turning of the year and the sun, as the first of the priestly secrets.
