Poetry.Sunshine. and a cup of Tea.

      

I.
The Eagle soars in the summit of Heaven
The Hunter with his dogs purses his circuit.
O perpetual revolution  of configured stars,
O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,

All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to GoD.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from GoD and nearer to the Dust.
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          -T.S. Eliot

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