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het punt,
At
the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither
from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither
arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are
gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there
is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say
where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.
Uit: Four Quartets - T.S. Elliot
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