At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
TS Eliot, Four Quartets
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"Well you know all the notes
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But you never quite learned the song She sang
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes
You never quite learned the song"
Incredible String Band, 1967
:-)
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