When I graduated from high school in 1975, I chose these lines from Emerson as my senior quote. It’s astonishing to me that I shortened it as I did; although I have some recollection of a poster in my room–a dark night, a black tree branch, and a perfectly round moon–with the quote on it as it appears in the yearbook.
To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.
One thing that’s interesting is that even forty–yes, 40–years ago as a teen-ager, I was obsessed with catching what is fleeting–moments then and the all-too-swiftly-passing days now.
Another thing, I have no memory of ever being in the Pep Club.