This bit of poetry by T. S. Eliot has stirred my thoughts often recently. It applies to being a husband, a father, a global nomad, a teacher, and being fully human - engaged in this world and yet sensing the incompleteness.
The entirety of "Four Quartets 2: East Coker" is worth reading and pondering - with the parts involving 'the wounded surgeon' and 'in my beginning is my end' also being poignant.
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