Time present and time past
are both perhaps present in time future
and time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
all time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
remaining a perpetual possibility
only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
point to one end, which is always present.
Footfall echo in the memory…
Only through time time is conquered…
Desiccation of the world of sense
evacuation of the world of fancy
inoperancy of the world of spirit…
Or say that the end precedes the beginning
and the end and the beginning were always there
before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now…
Desire itself is movement
not in itself desirable.
Love is itself unmoving
once the cause and end of movement…
ridiculous the waste sad time
stretching before and after…
There is, it seems to us,
as best, only a limited value
in the knowledge derived from experience.
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
for the pattern is new in every moment
and every moment is a new and shocking
valuation of all we have been…
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing…
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…
Home is where one start from. As we grow older
the world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated…
We had the experience but missed the meaning
and approach to the meaning restores the experience…
Time the destroyer is time the preserver…
Not fare well
but fare forward voyagers…
who are only undefeated
because we have gone on trying..
and all shall be well and
all manner of thing shall be well
when the tongues of flames are in-folded
intro the crowned knot of fire
and the fire and rose are one.
Thus reads my favorite lines taken from The Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot in order as they appear in the poem.