Only through time time is conquered

Our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves, and of our visible, sensible world.

The end is in the beginning.

Those who say they give the public what it wants begin by underestimating public taste and end by debauching it.

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.

So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.

At the still point, there the dance is.