Hope is the ruddy morning of joy, ever betokening a fair day. Experience is the risen sun, which shows us the perils of our way, reveals the low lying clouds in the distance, and oppresses us with its heat. Memory is the evening’s calm which allays our disappointments, invites us to meditate on the past, and gather strength for the future.
The point
Hope, experience, and memory each color our journey like the morning, noon, and evening of a day.
