Friday, January 28, 2011

Antiphonal Reading #685

What we call a beginning is often the end
and to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.

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.
-- T. S. Eliot
Found in "Singing the Living Tradition," available on

I've always believed that time is circular, but not a circle. Time is more t the effect of a Fibonacci arc, growing steadily and mathematically larger the further it progresses. However, the largest square is the limit of how far we can progress, while I can always turn and look back.

This is the end. Today. Now. Tomorrow is on the other side of this cliff that falls before me, and only in the falling of this day can I rise to meet tomorrow.

For clarity's sake: regardless how late I stay up, how close the sun is to rising again, I still perceive it as the same day. Until I close my eyes and sleep, no new day will come.

We cannot explore what has yet to be created, so this cliff upon which we stand, the edge of Now, is the limit to or understanding. We can only look back and examine different aspects of the way we came that we did not see or have opportunity to examine when we passed them by.