All Manner of Things Shall Be Well

In processing this whole ridiculous perfect endeavor of ours, I was reminded of a poem I loved back in the day, when I was a hippy searching for attention but hiding my face in books with short lines. Now, on the better side of those days, I remember T.S. Eliot’s final quartet and how it fits the present scenario perfectly. Not just the often quoted beginning, but the end, too. Which is my plea for you to read the whole thing :)

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, remembered 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
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always–
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well

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