In truth, the birds are rarely caught. The children, who alone have the speed to catch birds, have no desire to stop time. For the children time moves too slowly already. They rush from moment to moment, anxious for birthdays and new years, barely able to wait for rest of their lives. The elderly desperately wish to halt time but are much too slow and fatigues to entrap any bird. For elderly, time darts by much too quickly.
On those moments, when a bird is caught, the catchers delight in the moment now frozen. They savor the precise placement of family and friends, the facial expressions, the trapped happiness over a prize or a birth or romance, the captured smell of cinnamon or white double violets. The catchers delight in the moment so frozen but soon discover that the nightingale expires, its clear, flute like song diminishes to silence, the trapped moment grows withered and without life.
(from Einstein`s dreams; same idea has been found in Nilkonto Pakhir Khoje, Atin Banerjee.)
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