Tradition: how the vitality of the past enriches the life of the present.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t.s. eliot we don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

Footfalls echo in the memory, down the passage we did not take, towards the door we never opened, into the rose garden.

Quick now, here, now, always- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are in-folded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.

The sense of wellbeing! Its often with us When we are young, but then it's not noticed; And by the time one has grown to consciousness It comes less often.

I've been born, and once is enough.