Sol - Irkallian Oracle

At the still point of the turning world

Neither flesh nor fleshless

Neither from nor towards

At the still point, there the dance is

But neither arrest nor movement

And do not call it fixity

Where past and future are gathered

Neither movement from nor towards

Neither ascent nor decline

Except for the point, the still point

There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

I can only say, there we have been

But I cannot say where

And I cannot say how long

For that is to place it in time

The inner freedom from the practical desire

The release from action and suffering

Release from the inner and the outer compulsion

Yet surrounded by a grace of sense

A light still and moving

Erhebung without motion

Concentration without elimination

Both a new world and the old made explicit

Understood in the completion of its partial ecstasy

The resolution of its partial horror

Yet the enchainment of past and future

Woven in the weakness of the changing body

Protects mankind from heaven and damnation

Which flesh cannot endure