“ I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love for the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness will be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
— T.S. Eliot, Quartet #2: East Coker.
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