We shall not cease from exploration

April is a month for poetry. So here is something i was fascinated the first time i heard it. For me, it evokes the pull of a great force beckoning you home and the feeling of restlessness. Enjoy!

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

     T.S. Eliot -- "Little Gidding" (the last of his Four Quartets)