Because I know that time is always time
 
And place is always and only place
And what is actual is actual only for one time
 
And only for one place
 
I rejoice that things are as they are and
I renounce the blessèd face
 
And renounce the voice
Because I cannot hope to turn again
 
 
                                                                                T.S. Eliot (Ash Wednesday, 1930)