We shall not cease from exploration
and the end of all our exploring
will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
when the last of earth left to discover
is that which was the beginning
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
and children in the apple tree
Not known because not looked for
but heard, half heard in the stillness
between two waves of the sea
Quick now, here, now, always -
a condition of complete simplicity
(costing not less than everything)
and all shall be well and
all manner of things shall be well,
when the tongue of flame are enfolded
into the crowned knot of fire
and the fire and the rose are one.
Little Gidding - T.S. Eliot
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