On beginning. So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.             T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets (1942)  The end is where we start from.              T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding,” Four Quartets … Continue reading And All Shall Be Well // T.S. Eliot →