Where there is no temple there shall be no homes.

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.

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

I grow old . . . I grow old . . . / I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Home is where one starts from.

Where is all the knowledge we lost with information?