All that the world
now offer to us
are mere temporary
distractions
from the true
yearnings of the
human spirit.
St. Augustine,
profoundly aware
of the transitory
character of the
material world,
wrote:
"I found no place
in which I might rest".
(Confessions VII.7) .
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life this life now understands its limitation, temporary power by the power of nCoV-19!