{"id":113,"date":"2013-06-14T23:13:20","date_gmt":"2013-06-15T04:13:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jillmaria.com\/wordpress\/?p=113"},"modified":"2015-11-17T18:16:33","modified_gmt":"2015-11-18T00:16:33","slug":"ecclesiastes-and-the-lion-king","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jillmaria.com\/?p=113","title":{"rendered":"Ecclesiastes and the Lion King"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/jillmaria.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/the_lion_king_cartoon-5070.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" src=\"http:\/\/jillmaria.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/06\/the_lion_king_cartoon-5070-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"the_lion_king_cartoon-5070\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Perhaps it sounds like a joke to start out a post with &#8220;What do sacred scripture and &#8220;The Lion King&#8221;have in common?&#8221; \u00a0but there really is an answer, and \u00a0a good reason for this post. \u00a0Well, at least I\u2019d like to think so. \u00a0 You could some it up by saying \u00a0&#8220;Turn, turn, turn&#8221; \u00a0or \u00a0 &#8220;The Circle of Life.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Let me explain further.<\/p>\n<p>Many of us don&#8217;t know a lot of scripture. \u00a0 But many others don\u2019t know the scripture that they \u00a0DO know. \u00a0For example, if I said, &#8220;Can you quote me the third chapter of Ecclesiastes?&#8221; \u00a0you will probably respond &#8220;Can I whoee the whatza?&#8221; \u00a0 or \u00a0&#8220;Sorry, I have no clue.&#8221;\u00a0But if I flip on the 1965 hit &#8220;Turn, Turn, Turn&#8221; by the Byrds, chances are you will be able to sing it almost word for word.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"474\" height=\"267\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HcQpyrihdSw?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>This text is taken almost word for word from scriptures. \u00a0 \u00a0 Here is the citation from the New American Bible.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>There is an appointed time for everything,<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>and a time for every affair under the heavens.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to give birth, and a time to die;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to kill, and a time to heal;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to tear down, and a time to build.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to weep, and a time to laugh;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to mourn, and a time to dance.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to seek, and a time to lose;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to keep, and a time to cast away.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to rend, and a time to sew;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time to be silent, and a time to speak.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>A time to love, and a time to hate;<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>a time of war, and a time of peace.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Because of the association with the song, many pastors shy away from it, and yet, this is a very universal scripture. It fits most of life&#8217;s situations one way or another, yet remains very personal, and helps one gain a healthy perspective on much of life. \u00a0 I have seen it used at times of great joy, or people cling to it at times of sorrow. \u00a0 \u00a0 For many it is a passage of strength.<\/p>\n<p>I loved the movie version of \u00a0&#8220;the Lion King&#8221; to be sure, and was known to sing &#8220;Hakuna Mattata&#8221; etc. \u00a0In fact, back in the monastery, one of the Sisters lovingly called me &#8220;Pumba&#8221; But one of the most powerful experiences I have ever had in my life was the opening scene to the Broadway version of the Lion King. \u00a0 \u00a0I am sure that I was so moved, so happy, that I could have left at that point without even seeing the rest of the show. \u00a0 \u00a0The music and symbolism and everything converged in an extremely powerful manner.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"474\" height=\"267\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SQyx2PWyC2I?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here are the lyrics \u00a0 (Melody Elton John &#8211; Lyrics \u00a0Tim Rice)<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>From the day we arrive on the planet<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>And blinking, step into the sun<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>There&#8217;s more to see than can ever be seen<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>More to do than can ever be done<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><em><strong>There&#8217;s far too much to take in here<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>More to find than can ever be found<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>But the sun rolling high<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Through the sapphire sky<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Keeps great and small on the endless round<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>It&#8217;s the Circle of Life<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>And it moves us all<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Through despair and hope<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Through faith and love<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Till we find our place<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>On the path unwinding<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>In the Circle<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>The Circle of Life<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>It&#8217;s the Circle of Life<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>And it moves us all<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Through despair and hope<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Through faith and love<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>Till we find our place<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>On the path unwinding<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>In the Circle<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em><strong>The Circle of Life<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I know that in comparing and contrasting these two I&#8217;m not in original territory, as others have remarked on the similarities. \u00a0 \u00a0However what I AM aware of is just how much I&#8217;ve been experiencing that circle, that turning in my own life, and in the lives of those who are around me.<\/p>\n<p>Within one twenty four hour period this week, I saw or heard about the following:<\/p>\n<p>Experienced the much anticipated meeting of a friend&#8217;s young grandchild<\/p>\n<p>Prayed for two people began radiation or chemotherapy for cancer<\/p>\n<p>Heard a beautiful young woman began a new ministry as cantor<\/p>\n<p>Watched a woman found the inner strength and self worth to leave an abusive relationship<\/p>\n<p>Sobbed when the nineteen year old son of someone I went to college with was killed in a farm accident<\/p>\n<p>Rejoiced as a cousin gave birth to beautiful twins<\/p>\n<p>I was just struck yet again by how many events go on around us all the time, and how rapidly life moves and changes. \u00a0The circle goes awfully fast sometimes and once more, it is bigger than me and beyond my understanding. \u00a0 It reminded me of one of my favorite quotes by T.S. Elliot &#8220;We had the experience but missed the meaning. &#8221; \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Don&#8217;t miss the meanings of the moments in your life. \u00a0 Sometimes we have to live, and just figure it out all later along the way.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The passage is taken from Eliot&#8217;s \u00a0&#8220;The Four Quartets&#8221; \u00a0 \u00a0#3 \u00a0&#8220;The Dry Salvages&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m adding it to the post for your perusal.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river<\/p>\n<p>Is a strong brown god &#8211; sullen, untamed and intractable,<\/p>\n<p>Patient to some degree, at first recognized as a frontier;<\/p>\n<p>Useful, untrustworthy, as a conveyer of commerce;<\/p>\n<p>Then only a problem confronting the builder of bridges.<\/p>\n<p>The problem once solved, the brown god is almost forgotten<\/p>\n<p>By the dwellers in cities &#8211; ever, however, implacable,<\/p>\n<p>Keeping his seasons and rages, destroyer, reminder<\/p>\n<p>Of what men choose to forget. Unhonoured, unpropitiated<\/p>\n<p>By worshippers of the machine, but waiting, watching and waiting.<\/p>\n<p>His rhythm was present in the nursery bedroom,<\/p>\n<p>In the rank ailanthus of the April dooryard,<\/p>\n<p>In the smell of grapes on the autumn table,<\/p>\n<p>And the evening circle in the winter gaslight.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The river is within us, the sea is all about us;<\/p>\n<p>The sea is the land&#8217;s edge also, the granite<\/p>\n<p>Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses<\/p>\n<p>Its hints of earlier and other creation:<\/p>\n<p>The starfish, the horseshoe crab, the whale&#8217;s backbone;<\/p>\n<p>The pools where it offers to our curiosity<\/p>\n<p>The more delicate algae and the sea anemone.<\/p>\n<p>It tosses up our losses, the torn seine,<\/p>\n<p>The shattered lobsterpot, the broken oar<\/p>\n<p>And the gear of foreign dead men. The sea has many voices,<\/p>\n<p>Many gods and many voices.<\/p>\n<p>The salt is on the briar rose,<\/p>\n<p>The fog is in the fir trees.<\/p>\n<p>The sea howl<\/p>\n<p>And the sea yelp, are different voices<\/p>\n<p>Often together heard: the whine in the rigging,<\/p>\n<p>The menace and caress of wave that breaks on water,<\/p>\n<p>The distant rote in the granite teeth,<\/p>\n<p>And the wailing warning from the approaching headland<\/p>\n<p>Are all sea voices, and the heaving groaner<\/p>\n<p>Rounded homewards, and the seagull:<\/p>\n<p>And under the oppression of the silent fog<\/p>\n<p>The tolling bell<\/p>\n<p>Measures time not our time, rung by the unhurried<\/p>\n<p>Ground swell, a time<\/p>\n<p>Older than the time of chronometers, older<\/p>\n<p>Than time counted by anxious worried women<\/p>\n<p>Lying awake, calculating the future,<\/p>\n<p>Trying to unweave, unwind, unravel<\/p>\n<p>And piece together the past and the future,<\/p>\n<p>Between midnight and dawn, when the past is all deception,<\/p>\n<p>The future futureless, before the morning watch<\/p>\n<p>When time stops and time is never ending;<\/p>\n<p>And the ground swell, that is and was from the beginning,<\/p>\n<p>Clangs<\/p>\n<p>The bell.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>II<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Where is there an end to it, the soundless wailing,<\/p>\n<p>The silent withering of autumn flowers<\/p>\n<p>Dropping their petals and remaining motionless;<\/p>\n<p>Where is there an end to the drifting wreckage,<\/p>\n<p>The prayer of the bone on the beach, the unprayable<\/p>\n<p>Prayer at the calamitous annunciation?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is no end, but addition: the trailing<\/p>\n<p>Consequence of further days and hours,<\/p>\n<p>While emotion takes to itself the emotionless<\/p>\n<p>Years of living among the breakage<\/p>\n<p>Of what was believed in as the most reliable &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>And therefore the fittest for renunciation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is the final addition, the failing<\/p>\n<p>Pride or resentment at failing powers,<\/p>\n<p>The unattached devotion which might pass for devotionless,<\/p>\n<p>In a drifting boat with a slow leakage,<\/p>\n<p>The silent listening to the undeniable<\/p>\n<p>Clamour of the bell of the last annunciation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Where is the end of them, the fishermen sailing<\/p>\n<p>Into the wind&#8217;s tail, where the fog cowers?<\/p>\n<p>We cannot think of a time that is oceanless<\/p>\n<p>Or of an ocean not littered with wastage<\/p>\n<p>Or of a future that is not liable<\/p>\n<p>Like the past, to have no destination.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We have to think of them as forever bailing,<\/p>\n<p>Setting and hauling, while the North East lowers<\/p>\n<p>Over shallow banks unchanging and erosionless<\/p>\n<p>Or drawing their money, drying sails at dockage;<\/p>\n<p>Not as making a trip that will be unpayable<\/p>\n<p>For a haul that will not bear examination.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is no end of it, the voiceless wailing,<\/p>\n<p>No end to the withering of withered flowers,<\/p>\n<p>To the movement of pain that is painless and motionless,<\/p>\n<p>To the drift of the sea and the drifting wreckage,<\/p>\n<p>The bone&#8217;s prayer to Death its God. Only the hardly, barely prayable<\/p>\n<p>Prayer of the one Annunciation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It seems, as one becomes older,<\/p>\n<p>That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy<\/p>\n<p>Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution,<\/p>\n<p>Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past.<\/p>\n<p>The moments of happiness &#8211; not the sense of well-being,<\/p>\n<p>Fruition, fulfilment, security or affection,<\/p>\n<p>Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination &#8211;<\/p>\n<p><b>We had the experience but missed the meaning<i>,<\/i><\/b><i> \u00a0\u00a0(Emphasis Mine \u00a0JMM)<\/i><\/p>\n<p>And approach to the meaning restores the experience<\/p>\n<p>In a different form, beyond any meaning<\/p>\n<p>We can assign to happiness. I have said before<\/p>\n<p>That the past experience revived in the meaning<\/p>\n<p>Is not the experience of one life only<\/p>\n<p>But of many generations &#8211; not forgetting<\/p>\n<p>Something that is probably quite ineffable:<\/p>\n<p>The backward look behind the assurance<\/p>\n<p>Of recorded history, the backward half-look<\/p>\n<p>Over the shoulder, towards the primitive terror.<\/p>\n<p>Now, we come to discover that the moments of agony<\/p>\n<p>(Whether, or not, due to misunderstanding,<\/p>\n<p>Having hopes for the wrong things or dreaded the wrong things,<\/p>\n<p>Is not the question) are likewise permanent<\/p>\n<p>With such permanence as time has. We appreciate this better<\/p>\n<p>In the agony of others, nearly experienced,<\/p>\n<p>Involving ourselves, than in our own.<\/p>\n<p>For our own past is covered by the currents of action,<\/p>\n<p>But the torment of others remains an experience<\/p>\n<p>Unqualified, unworn by subsequent attrition.<\/p>\n<p>People change, and smile: but the agony abides.<\/p>\n<p>Time the destroyer is time the preserver,<\/p>\n<p>Like the river with its cargo of dead negroes, cows and chicken coops,<\/p>\n<p>The bitter apple and the bite in the apple.<\/p>\n<p>And the ragged rock in the restless waters,<\/p>\n<p>Waves wash over it, fogs conceal it;<\/p>\n<p>On a halcyon day it is merely a monument,<\/p>\n<p>In navigable weather it is always a seamark<\/p>\n<p>To lay a course by: but in the sombre season<\/p>\n<p>Or the sudden fury; is what it always was.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>III<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I sometimes wonder if that is what Krishna meant &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Among other things &#8211; or one way of putting the same thing:<\/p>\n<p>That the future is a faded song, a Royal Rose or a lavender spray<\/p>\n<p>Of wistful regret for those who are not yet here to regret,<\/p>\n<p>Pressed between yellow leaves of a book that has never been opened.<\/p>\n<p>And the way up is the way down, the way forward is the way back.<\/p>\n<p>You cannot face it steadily, but this thing is sure,<\/p>\n<p>That time is no healer: the patient is no longer here.<\/p>\n<p>When the train starts, and the passengers are settled<\/p>\n<p>To fruit, periodicals and business letters<\/p>\n<p>(And those who saw them off have left the platform)<\/p>\n<p>Their faces relax from grief into relief,<\/p>\n<p>To the sleepy rhythm of a hundred hours.<\/p>\n<p>Fare forward, travelers! not escaping from the past<\/p>\n<p>Into different lives, or into any future;<\/p>\n<p>You are not the same people who left the station<\/p>\n<p>Or who will arrive at any terminus,<\/p>\n<p>While the narrowing rails slide together behind you;<\/p>\n<p>And on the deck of the drumming liner<\/p>\n<p>Watching the furrow that widens behind you,<\/p>\n<p>You shall not think &#8216;the past is finished\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Or &#8216;the future is before us\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At nightfall, in the rigging and the aerial<\/p>\n<p>Is a voice descanting (though not to the ear,<\/p>\n<p>The murmuring shell of time, and not in any language)<\/p>\n<p>&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;Fare forward, you who think that you are voyaging;<\/p>\n<p>You are not those who saw the harbour<\/p>\n<p>Receding, or those who will disembark,<\/p>\n<p>Here between the hither and the farther shore<\/p>\n<p>While time is withdrawn, consider the future<\/p>\n<p>And the past with an equal mind.<\/p>\n<p>At the moment which is not of action or inaction<\/p>\n<p>You can receive this: &#8220;on whatever sphere of being<\/p>\n<p>The mind of man may be intent<\/p>\n<p>At the time of death&#8221; &#8211; that is the one action<\/p>\n<p>(And the time of death is every moment)<\/p>\n<p>Which shall fructify in the lives of others:<\/p>\n<p>And do not think of the fruit of action.<\/p>\n<p>Fare forward.<\/p>\n<p>O voyagers, O seamen,<\/p>\n<p>You who come to port, and you whose bodies<\/p>\n<p>Will suffer the trial and judgement of the sea,<\/p>\n<p>Or whatever event, this is your real destination.\u201d&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>So Krishna, as when he admonished Arjuna<\/p>\n<p>On the field of battle.<\/p>\n<p>Not fare well,<\/p>\n<p>But fare forward, voyagers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>IV<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lady, whose shrine stands on the promontory,<\/p>\n<p>Pray for all those who are in ships, those<\/p>\n<p>Whose business has to do with fish, and<\/p>\n<p>Those concerned with every lawful traffic<\/p>\n<p>And those who conduct them.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Repeat a prayer also on behalf of<\/p>\n<p>Women who have seen their sons or husbands<\/p>\n<p>Setting forth, and not returning:<\/p>\n<p>Figlia del tuo figlio,<\/p>\n<p>Queen of Heaven.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Also pray for those who were in ships, and<\/p>\n<p>Ended their voyage on the sand, in the sea&#8217;s lips<\/p>\n<p>Or in the dath throat which will not reject them<\/p>\n<p>Or wherever cannot reach them the sound of the sea bell&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>Perpetual angelus.<\/p>\n<p>V<\/p>\n<p>To communicate with Mars, converse with spirits,<\/p>\n<p>To report the behaviour of the sea monster,<\/p>\n<p>Describe the horoscope, haruspicate or scry,<\/p>\n<p>Observe disease in signatures, evoke<\/p>\n<p>Biography from the wrinkles of the palm<\/p>\n<p>And tragedy from fingers; release omens<\/p>\n<p>By sortilege, or tea leaves, riddle the inevitable<\/p>\n<p>With playing cards, fiddle with pentagrams<\/p>\n<p>Or barbituric acids, or dissect<\/p>\n<p>The recurrent image into pre-conscious terrors &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>To explore the womb, or tomb, or dreams; all these are usual<\/p>\n<p>Pastimes and drugs, and features of the press:<\/p>\n<p>And always will be, some of them especially<\/p>\n<p>When there is distress of nations and perplexity<\/p>\n<p>Whether on the shores of Asia, or in the Edgware Road.<\/p>\n<p>Men&#8217;s curiosity searches past and future<\/p>\n<p>And clings to that dimension. But to apprehend<\/p>\n<p>The point of intersection of the timeless<\/p>\n<p>With time, is an occupation for the saint &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>No occupation either, but something given<\/p>\n<p>And taken, in a lifetime&#8217;s death in love,<\/p>\n<p>Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender.<\/p>\n<p>For most of us, there is only the unattended<\/p>\n<p>Moment, the moment in and out of time,<\/p>\n<p>The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,<\/p>\n<p>The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning<\/p>\n<p>Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply<\/p>\n<p>That it is not heard at all, but you are the music<\/p>\n<p>While the music lasts. These are only hints and guesses,<\/p>\n<p>Hints followed by guesses; and the rest<\/p>\n<p>Is prayer, observance, discipline, thought and action.<\/p>\n<p>The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.<\/p>\n<p>Here the impossible union<\/p>\n<p>Of spheres of existence is actual,<\/p>\n<p>Here the past and future<\/p>\n<p>Are conquered, and reconciled,<\/p>\n<p>Where action were otherwise movement<\/p>\n<p>Of that which is only moved<\/p>\n<p>And has in it no source of movement &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>Driven by daemonic, chthonic<\/p>\n<p>Powers. 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