Dancing in the Void.

In the spirit of Spiegel, and also life and all that I am pondering right now, here is this excerpt of a poem by T.S. Eliot that Rachel had at Dance Your Bliss:

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.