A foot of jade is worth an inch of time

A lord asked Takuan, a Zen teacher, to suggest how he might pass the time. He felt his days very long attending his office and sitting stiffly to receive the homage of others.

Takuan wrote eight Chinese characters and gave them to the man:

Not twice this day
Inch time foot gem.

This day will not come again.
Each minute is worth a priceless gem.

"an inch of gold is too little to buy an inch of time."

There are many variants on this saying in the old books and predating the beautiful Zen koan quoted by gn0sis. The Han dynasty collection Huainanzi puts it like this:

In the turning of time back and forth
the gaps are not enough to draw breath in.
Too soon and you've gone too far;
too late, and you can't catch up.

Now, the moon revolves as the sun retires,
and the hours do not travel alongside humankind.
Therefore the sage does not consider a foot of jade worth money,
but values an inch of time.

This is because time is easy to lose though hard to obtain.

A later saying (6th century) has this thought:

"An inch of time is like a year." cun4-yin1 ruo4 sui4

In California, jade is the daughter of the sea, washing onto the beach from vast offshore deposits. Each pebble bears the family resemblance, being green like the Pacific, with lines of foam-white running through it, like the spume of long breaking waves seen from above.

In California, jade is the daughter of the mountains, mined and polished, carven by a thousand artists. There, too, is the family resemblance, the stone forest-green like the wooded slopes, brushed with fog-white, like mist rising from the river valley in the morning.

In California, jade is the mother of memory. It is made into earrings, seen in Chinatown at a price beyond the poverty of youth, bought anyway and given out of love, still worn decades later, never regretted. It nestles in silver in a ring, chosen above diamonds to mark an engagement, becoming a plaything for the fat-fingered child ten years later. And the family resemblance carries on in loves as durable as stone, lives as rich as the deep, deep green of the jade that we treasure.

For my mother.