:: meanders ::
souvenirs from the space-time continuum

Old men ought to be explorers.
Here and there does not matter
We must be still, and still moving
Into another intensity,
For further union, a deeper communion...
In my end is my beginning
-- TS Eliot, East Coker

Fare forward, you who think that you are voyaging;
You are not those who saw the harbour
Receding, or those who will disembark.

Here between the hither and the farther shore
While time is withdrawn, consider the future
And the past with an equal mind.

At the moment which is not of action or inaction
You can receive this:

'on whatever sphere of being
the mind of man may be intent
at the time of death'

- that is the one action
(And the time of death is every moment)
Which will fructify in the lives of others:
And do not think of the fruit of action.
Fare Forward.

O voyagers, O seamen,
You who came to port, and you whose bodies
Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea,
Or whatever event, this is your real destination.'

So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna
On the field of battle.
Not fare well,
But fare forward, voyagers.
-- TS Eliot, Dry Salvages (Four Quartets)



Like a rock tossed into a lake, the collision of two galaxies sends a ripple of energy out into space