A life’s work is not a series of stepping-stones, onto which we calmly place our feet, but more like an ocean crossing where there is no path, only a heading, a direction, in conversation with the elements. Looking back, we see the wake we have left as only a brief glimmering trace on the waters.
Robert Breen
‘Lente hora, celeriter anni‘ (An hour passes slowly, but the years go by quickly)