T.S. Eliot

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“At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
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Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
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But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
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Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards.
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Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
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There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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I can only say, there we have been: but I can not say where.
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And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.”
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The midpoint, the space between the breaths,  Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.

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Become the space between the breaths.

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