An extract from T.S. Eliot’s work ‘The Four Quartets’, which sums up what I want to express in my second book, Split Symmetry, more perfectly than I could:
Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Just beautiful.
