"Perfect you are, beyond all change, and today does not reach its end in you, yet it does end in you, since all days are in you, nor could they have a course of transit not defined by you. But your years never run out, your years are a single today; and our days, no matter how many--not only our own but those of all before us--run their course through it, with their own being and identity, while you alone are identical with yourself, so every tomorrow to come, every yesterday gone, is made in your today."
Augustine, Confessions, 1.II (Garry Wills, trans.)
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