Where shall the word be found, where will the word / Resound? Not here, there is not enough silence.

The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is incarnation. Here the impossible union of spheres of existence is actual. Here the past and future are conquered and reconciled.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.

That is the worst moment, when you feel you have lost / The desires for all that was most desirable, / Before you are contented with what you can desire; / Before you know what is left to be desired; / And you go on wishing that you could desire / What desire has left behind.

The past and future / Are conquered, and reconciled.

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.

In the life of one man, never The same time returns.