And There Is Only The Dance

At the still point of the turning world
Neither flesh nor fleshless
Neither from nor toward
At the still point, there the dance is
But neither arrest nor movement
And do not call it fixity
Where past and future are gathered
Neither movement from nor towards
Neither ascent nor decline
Except for the point, the still point
There would be no dance
And there is only the dance

--T. S. Eliot (from "Four Quartets ")