What is the thought
that I had today
as I sat in church,
thinking,
"Oh, how interesting!
I need to come back
to this thought later,
and add it to my blog..."
?
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Love is most nearly itself/ When here and now cease to matter./ Old men ought to be explorers/ Here or there does not matter/ We must be still and still moving/ Into another intensity/ For a further union, a deeper communion/ Through the dark cold and the empty desolation.../ In my end is my beginning. --T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets: East Coker
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