“We are now faced with the fact, my friends, that tomorrow
is today. We are confronted with the fierce urgency of now. In this
unfolding conundrum of life and history, there is such a thing as
being too late. Procrastination is still the thief of time. Life
often leaves us standing bare, naked, and dejected with a lost
opportunity. The tide in the affairs of men does not remain at
flood — it ebbs. We may cry out desperately for time to pause in
her passage, but time is adamant to every plea and rushes on. Over
the bleached bones and jumbled residues of numerous civilizations
are written the pathetic words, “Too late.”