I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.
Because I know that time is always time And place is always and only place.
Paint me the bold anfractuous rocks Faced by the snarled and yelping seas.
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance
And right action is freedom From past and future also.
The soul is so far from being a monad that we have not only to interpret other souls to ourself but to interpret ourself to ourself.