I've been reading through Augustine's Confessions, this year. It's been a struggle to wade through it--just not my sort of thing.
But every once in a while, you come across a gem.
Today, I read this from Book 11, Time and Eternity:
What then, is time? If no one asks me, I know; if I want to explain it to someone who does ask me, I do not know.
Very honest, Mr. Augustine, very honest. I've felt that way about a lot of things.
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