Acknowledgements
After years of hard work writing this piece, I dedicate this work to the following people:
🔥 Karl R
🔥 Lillie
🔥 My parents
🔥 My college roommates; they got me through the rough years I wrote most of this
🔥 The caffeine in Yerba Mate and 5-Hour Energy
🔥 YOU, the person giving this story a shot (I hope you enjoy it).
Excerpt from BURNT NORTON by T.S. Eliot
(No. 1 of ‘Four Quartets’)
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.