At the still point of the turning
world.
Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards;
Neither from nor towards;
at the still point, there the dance
is,
But neither arrest nor movement.
But neither arrest nor movement.
And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered.
Where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still
point,
There would be no dance,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
~ T.S. Eliot ~
(excerpt from Burnt Norton, The Four
Quartets)
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