I learn a great deal by merely observing you, and letting you talk as long as you please, and taking note of what you do not say.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us-if at all-not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

And indeed there will be time to wonder, 'Do I dare?', and 'Do I dare?

The journey, Not the destination matters.