«...Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, wich is always present.
...And the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent from nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, 'theres' we have been: but I cannot say where...»
(Four quartets, T. S. Eliot)
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