Legends of the Bedu

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/ Between two waves of the sea./ Quick now, here, now, always—/ A condition of complete simplicity/ (Costing not less than everything)/ And all shall be well and/ All manner of thing 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.
T S Eliot, Little Gidding, Four Quartets

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