time: the refreshing river 



No Codex Gentium we make 



Is difficult for Truth to break. 



The Lex Abscondita evades 



The vigilantes in the glades; 



Now here, now there, one leaps and cries, 



'I've got her and I claim the prize,' 



But when the rest catch up, he stands 



With just a torn blouse in his hands." 



There is only one thing more to say. The increasing mixed-up-ness 

 in the world gives the direction of time's arrow. Perhaps when it is 

 possible to measure biological organisation the increasing patterned- 

 ness will be found to lead to the same result. In the meantime it might 

 be thought that what has happened to the world is that what was 

 one single original pattern has split up into millions of subsidiary 

 patterns — all were born from 



"The universe of pure extension where 

 Only the universe itself was lonely. ..." 



The extraordinary thing is that Richard Baxter's contemporary, 

 Thomas Browne, said it all in a flash of intuition in his pious seven- 

 teenth century way three hundred years ago, as if foreshadowing 

 what we are thinking now: — 



"All things began in order, so shall they end, and so shall' 

 they begin again, according to the ordainer of order, and the 

 mystical mathematicks of the city of heaven." 



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