Little Gidding, from Four Quartets (excerpt) - T.S. Eliot


With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this Calling
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...
A condition of complete simplicity
Costing not less than everything
And all shall be well
And all manner of things shall be well.

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