Axiom VIII

It is equally sad, each and every time, to encounter
empty towers and people with wings
afraid of heights.

If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel.
T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
(No. 4 of ‘Four Quartets’)

P.S. I decided I like fairy tales more than poertry; too bad Eliot didn’t write any. [Or did he?]


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