What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return and bring us with them.
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of the earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning.
Quick now, here, now, always —
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything).
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well.
The end is where we start from.
TS Eliot, adapted from Little Gidding