Time

I was reading a play, "Time's Visitors" by F. Sladin Smith, time had this to say...

Someone who is nearly always grumbled at and cursed-and that is so foolish. Slowly, relentlessly, things come to pass: and as relentlessly they alter. The greatest of all illusions is permanence. There can be no permanence; birth and death, order and chaos jostle each other incessantly. And for the things which happen to them, and above all, for the foolish things they do and the calamities they bring upon themselves, men blame me, forgetting that without my greatest attribute, they could not live. For I am the great healer: I am the eternal physician. Quietly unobtrusively, moment by moment, I heal. Without my persistent comfort there could be no living; without me men would indeed go mad. Every minute which slips noiselessly by has its restorative power. I give calmness after perplexity, hope after despair, peace after strife; I soften all bitterness, I heal. If I take away. I give again; if I slay, I bring to life; above all, I give wisdom and courage. On my calm face you will see neither turmoil or fear. You feel now that nothing can ever be the same, but I will teach you slowly and with infinite patience that the sharpest sorrow can melt into the gentlest memory! Even as you sit here the quiet work has begun, but it will be many months before you will feel its influence. Sleep now, and I will slowly renew courage in your heart. Sleep now, and I will turn your sorrow to peace, your weakness to strength. On time's unfathomable sea you sail, and the waters of healing are all around you. Sleep!