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.

Through the unknown….

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea….

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing will be well….*

T.S. Eliot (1888-1965), ‘Little Gidding’, August 1941 revised October 1942, Four Quartets.

*Julian of Norwich, Revelations of Divine Love, 14^th century.