Time

Time is the inexplicable raw material of everything. With it all is possible, without it, nothing. The supply of time is truly a daily miracle, an affair genuinely astonishing when one examines it.
You wake in the morning and lo! Your purse is magically filled with24 hours of the unmanufactured tissue of the Universe of your life. It is yours. It is the most precious of possessions . . . no one take it from you. It is unstealable. And no one receives either more or less than you receive.

In the realm of time there is no aristocracy of wealth and no aristocracy of intellect. Genius is never rewarded by even an extra hour a day. And there is no punishment, Waste your infinitely precious commodity as much as you will and the supply will never be withheld from you.

Moreover you cannot draw on the future. Impossible to get into debt! You can only waste the passing moment.
You cannot waste tomorrow; it is kept for you.

I have said the affair is a miracle, is it not? You have this 24 hours of daily time to live. Out of it you want to spin health, pleasure, money, contentment, respect and the evolution of your immortal soul.

Its right use, its most effective use is a matter of the highest urgency and the most thrilling actuality. All depends on that. Your happiness - the elusive prize that you are all clutching for my friend - depends on that.

If one cannot arrange that an income of 24 hours shall exactly cover all proper items of expenditure, one does muddle one’s whole life indefinitely.

We shall never have any more time.
We have and have always had, all the time there is.