In the still point of the turning world,
neither flesh nor fleshness, neither from nor towards;
at the still point, where the dance is
but neither arrest nor movement:
– And do not call it fixity –
where past and future are gathered.
Neither movement from or towards,
neither ascent nor decline:
except for the point, the still point.
There would be no dance
and there is only dance! – T. S. Elliot