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resolution -- if there was one
 
                           "O Presences
That passion, piety or affection knows,
And that all heavenly glory symbolise -
O self-born mockers of man's enterprise" --
 
"Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"
 
 - WB Yeats, 'Among School Children'
 
"Neither flesh nor fleshless" --
"at the still point, there the dance is" --
"you are the music / While the music lasts".
 
 - TS Eliot, 'Four Quartets'
 
Cheers,
 CR