Flycatcher in Flight — Photo-Artistry by kenne
For most of us,
There is only the unattended Moment,
The moment in and out of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all, but you are the music
While the music lasts.
— from Four Quartets, “The Dry Salvages” by T. S. Eliot
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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