Couple of weeks ago I was vacationing with my family at DR. In one of the nights, at about midnight, I was lying half asleep in-front of the TV, watching some show about Vietnam in the only English channel (Discovery Channel, I remember that), while my ears caught this quote:
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.
This line stirred me up so much, that I rose up, took my iPhone and googled the few words I was able to recall. It turned out that this line was taken from T.S Eliot’s poem – Little Gidding. The next day, I read the entire poem. It wasn’t an easy read1, but several more parts of it moved me just as much. Here are couple of them:
… last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.
Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age … Second, the conscious impotence of rage At human folly, and the laceration Of laughter at what ceases to amuse.
Mysterious are the ways of knowledge and inspiration… one should always be willing and ready to absorb more of them…