" I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought for you are not ready for thought.
So the darkness shall be light, and the stillness the dancing.
T.S. Eliot, East Coker, Four Quartets
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