12.02.2005

memory






"As, in a theatre, the lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed with a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness, and we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama and the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away-....In order to arrive at what you are not you must go through the way in which you are not. And what you do not know is the only thing you know and what you own is what you do not own and where you are is where you are not. ...In my end is my beginning." from -Four Quartets, East Coker, III & V, T.S. Eliot

3 comments:

Arun said...

TS Eliot would be proud to have such beautiful imagery associated with his words.

Heidi said...

Lovely, Sandi

Anita said...

Thank you for this morning's food for thought.

Here's one from me, with hope and prayers for the new year:

"What we call the beginning is often the end / And to make and end is to make a beginning. / The end is where we start from...

"With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling / 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." (from "Little Gidding," Four Quartets)