tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70992497160407871212011-04-21T16:11:34.802-07:00kaspernoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099249716040787121.post-32072896298765736862007-09-01T07:43:00.002-07:002007-09-01T07:44:22.251-07:00<b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><span><b>Desire itself is movement<br /> Not in itself desirable;<br /> Love is itself unmoving,<br /> Only the cause and end of movement,<br /> Timeless, and undesiring<br /> Except in the aspect of time<br /> Caught in the form of limitation<br /> Between un-being and being.<br /> - T.S. ELIOT, <a href="http://web.archive.org/web/20060718225111/http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/norton.html">'Four Quartets'</a></b></span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099249716040787121-3207289629876573686?l=loudbuzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kaspernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7099249716040787121.post-75660391972885253002007-09-01T07:43:00.001-07:002007-09-01T07:43:29.357-07:00<span class="rss:item">'it takes a woman,<br />for a man to become fully alive...<br />for her love...is his glory.'<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7099249716040787121-7566039197288525300?l=loudbuzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>kaspernoreply@blogger.com