Guest guest Posted October 25, 2002 Report Share Posted October 25, 2002 Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern. Can words or music reach The stillness, as a Chinese jar still Moves perpetually in its stillness. Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts, Not that only, but the co-existence, Or to say that the end precedes he beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now. from Four Quartets by T.S. EliotGet a bigger mailbox -- choose a size that fits your needs. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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