Home is where we start from.
As we grow older
The world becomes stranger,
The pattern more complicated
Of dead and living.
Not the intense moment,
Isolated,
With no before and after,
But a lifetime, burning,
In every moment;
And not the lifetime
Of one man only,
But of old stones
That cannot be deciphered.
----T. S. Eliot, [u]Four Quartets[/u]