all our yesterdays,todays,tomorrows = if we take a retrospective glance at the stretched out span of our own life,at the years of infancy,childhood,adolescence and maturity which relentless time has buried in the past,at all those years whose motley episodes are recoverable only as memories,everything that has happened to us now seems like the happenings of a prolonged and vivid dream. It seems such an appalling thing to believe that those events which were so solid,so substantial and so real when they were actual are only like dream stuff.Those years when we lived so ardently and intensely,when we experienced the loftiest exaltations and most poignant emotions,when we felt the strongest passions and endured the bitterest sufferings - where are they now? where have they gone - what of the vivid present in which we are living with such immediacy[Brunton] - more later - twinc