"Some pluck the fruits of the tree of knowledge to crown themselves therewith, instead of plucking them to eat."                                             H. P. Blavatsky

the fruits of the tree of knowledge

what we eat is the means of our transformation, yet it is our sense innocence that redeems us!

what we are drawn towards eventually leads us to the middle of the road, yet it is our sense of five directions that frees us!

what we cannot live without becomes our lovers touch...'don’t stop doing that my darling, for if you do, i shall die.'

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T. S. Eliot: CONQUERING TIME

At the still point of the turning world.   Neither flesh nor fleshless; neither from nor towards; 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.  I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot say where.

And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in time.  The inner freedom from the practical desire, the release from action and suffering, release from the inner and outer compulsion, yet surrounded by a grace of sense, a white light still and moving, without motion, concentration without elimination, both a new world and the old made explicit understood in the completion of its partial ecstasy, and in the resolution of its partial horror.  Yet the enchainment of past and future woven in the weakness of the changing body, protects humankind from heaven and damnation which flesh cannot endure.

Time past and time future allow but a little consciousness. To be conscious is not to be in time, but only in time can the moment in the rose garden, the moment in the arbor where the rain beats, the moment in the drafty church at smokefall be remembered; involved with past and future.

Only through time, is time conquered.