In the chequered area of human experience the seasons are all mingled as in the golden age: fruit and blossom hang together; in the same moment the sickle is reaping and the seed is sprinkled; one tends the green cluster and another treads the wine-press. Nay, in each of our lives harvest and spring-time are continually one, until Death himself gathers us and sows us anew in his invisible fields. ~ George Eliot
- To what extent do you see your life as a golden age?
- How diverse have been your experiences?
- How do you cultivate a personal peace?