A Glorious Moment

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(Boy this is fun! 'The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam' has been a favorite of mine since High School. Another favorite is, 'The Garden of Proserpine' by Swinburne, also learned in High School. I don't think the priest who taught that (literature) class had the remotest idea how those two poems would affect me.)

me: Could you expound a bit on your last advice?
om:
Ah, make the most of what Ye yet may spend,
Before Ye too into the Dust descend;
Dust onto Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and - sans End.
(translation: live for today)
om:
A Moment's Halt - a momentary Taste
Of Being from the Well amid the Waste -
And Lo! the phantom Caravan has reached
The Nothing it set out from - Oh, make haste!
(translation: your life is a glorious moment in the midst of Eternal Nothing)