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<aside> 🎡 SCENE 0 - At The Still Point Of The Turning World

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🎶 The Quartet Of Four:

Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless; Neither from nor towards; At the still point, there the dance is...

Yet the enchainment of past and future Woven in the weakness of the changing body... Allow but a little consciousness.

To be conscious is not to be in time... But only in time can the moment in the rose-garden, The moment in the arbour where the rain beat, The moment in the draughty church at smokefall Be remembered; involved with past and future.

Only THROUGH time time is conquered...

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness...

Or say that the end precedes the beginning, And the end and the beginning were always there Before the beginning and after the end. And all is always now.

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay... still.