The point of intersection of the timeless With time is an occupation for the saint – No occupation either, but something given And taken, in a lifetime’s death in love, – T.S.Eliot
Eliot can’t remain silent, nor hold back in his admiration for the artist, the poet and other seekers whose quest leads them fearlessly into an exploration of the metaphysical. It’s no small detail, but is often passed over in the general drama, with the earthquake accompanying the Christos’s death on the cross, “and when Jesus had cried out in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. And behold, the veil of the Temple was rent in twain from top to bottom, and the earth did quake, and rocks rent” – Matthew 27: 50, 51.
The word “behold”…
