Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Seeking the unseekable to know the unknowable

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, unremembered 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 the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

  • excerpt of *Four Quartets' by T.S. Eliot


Submitted August 18, 2016 at 11:43AM by chintokkong http://ift.tt/2b108bZ

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