i said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
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 the light, and the stillness the dancing.

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t.s. eliot, from east coker