With Out Some Kind Of God, Man

The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half Understood, Is Incarnation. Here The Impossible Union Of Spheres Of Existence Is Actual. Here The Past And Future Are Conquered And Reconciled.

At The Still Point, There The Dance Is.

That Is Not It At All, That Is Not What I Meant, At All.

...the Still Point In A Turning World.

The Journey, Not The Destination Matters.