the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
(Excerpt from 'Burnt Norton' by T.S.Elliot)