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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,
the wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
of the petrel and the porpoise.

In my end is my beginning.
 

~ T. S. Eliot
excerpt from East Coker V
Four Quartets


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Four Quartets



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via whiskey river 
image via ELEMENOP


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