Never cease from exploring!

Words from T S Eliot, East Coker

Old men ought to be explorers,

here or there it 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,

the wave cry, the wind cry,

the vast waters of the petrel and the porpoise.

In my end is my beginning. 

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