At 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 nor decline.
Except for the point, the still
point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
- T. S. Eliot, "Burnt Norton," in Four Quartets,15-16.
Monday, May 4, 2015
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