O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!
The endless cycle of ideas and action,
Endless invention, endless experiment,
Brings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness;
Knowledge of speech, but not of silence;
Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.
All our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,
All our ignorance brings us nearer to death,
But nearness to death no nearer to God.
Where is the Life we have lost in living?
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge?
Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
The cycles of Heaven in twenty centuries
Bring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust.
I find it interesting that T. S. Eliot lived prior to the age of vast information technology in which we live. No cell phones. No internet. No facebook, google, twitter, etc. Even all those decades ago, the world was losing its stillness, its silence, its God. So, if I'm ever not online (which is quite often) take comfort in the fact that I am searching for the stillness, listening for the silence, and getting to know God.