Thomas Carlyle, Heroes and Hero Worship (1840)
The great mystery of time, were there
no other; the illimitable, silent,
never-resting thing called TIme, rolling.
rushing on, swift, silent, like an
all-embracing ocean tide, on which we
and all the Universe swim like exhalations,
like apparitions which are, and then
are not: this is forever very literally
a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,
- for we have no word to speak about it.