Sometimes I feel as if these lines from T.S. Eliot’s 1934 poem “Choruses from The Rock,” while pretty much summing up the 21st century, are an especially apt description of my situation:
The endless cycle of idea and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
Other times I feel a little more hopeful.
Best English Rules Update yet. Thanks, K.
That’s February in a nutshell!