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 of the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought for you are not ready for thought. So the darkness shall be light, and the stillness the dancing. T S Eliot, "East Coker," Four Quartets i took this from a passage here: http://www.schooloftheseasons... read more
