And 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 the 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 nothing less than everything.
And all shall be well.
And all manner of things shall be well.
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
into the crowned knot of fire
and the fire and the rose are one.
TS Eliot from Little Gidding
