And so we wait for the darkness to be overcome by the Light, we wait for the storms of life to cease, to come to the end of our journey, as Eliot beautifully expressed in his poem "Little Gidding" -
With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this
Calling
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.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning
I don't care about this life, they say there'll be another one
Defeatist attitude I know will you be sorry when I've gone
Primitive painters are ships floating on an empty sea
Gathering in galleries, we're stallions of imagery
Defeatist attitude I know will you be sorry when I've gone
Primitive painters are ships floating on an empty sea
Gathering in galleries, we're stallions of imagery
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