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. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.

The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?

Survival is your strength not your shame.

All time is unreedemable.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

Between the vision and the act lies the shadow.