Gemma

this journey into the unknown would not have been quite so possible without the help of Gemma, who has been invaluable in tracking down references and bibliographies, and so forth, along the often uneven way: to Gemma my sincere thanks

:)

"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.

Through the unknown, unremembered gate ... "


T S Eliot, 1888-1965

http://www.tristan.icom43.net/quartets/gidding.html

Little Gidding

the title of this blog is from T S Eliot's 'Little Gidding' poem - from his 'Four Quartets'. i chose it because in seeking to 'go back in time', as it were, and looking for the roots of religion, i feel as if i should come to an unremembered place - portal, hearth, altar - where i have been before, but many thousands of years ago? i fear Mr Eliot's Little Gidding may have been a site of permafrost at this time, or swathed beneath the white out of the last great Ice Age? but nevertheless, the poem appeals and the title accords ...