Aside

It was noon when they rode into the valley; the black ribs of the cliffs glistened like glass in the sun’s blistering downward rays.  They stopped the burros by a cluster of boulders at the edge of the sloping meadows.  The man got down first, and reached up to help the woman off.  She leaned forward, putting her hands on his face, and for a long moment they kissed.  Then he lifted her to the ground…

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It’s a start….

Quote

It’s a start.

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;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree

Little Gidding is the last of T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets.