If you came at night like a broken king, If you came by day not knowing what you came for, It would be the same (Blue)

From T.S. Eliot -- "Little Gidding" (the last of his Four Quartets):


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.



And what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning
From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled
If at all.



This is the use of memory:
For liberation—not less of love but expanding
Of love beyond desire, and so liberation
From the future as well as the past.