T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets

T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets feels like a journey through time—not just in a linear sense, but in a way that makes time fold in on itself, looping, spiraling.

It’s as if Eliot is walking with us through his memories, through history, and through quiet moments of contemplation, pointing out how the past and the present constantly overlap, how moments seem to shimmer with echoes of everything that came before.

Burnt Norton, East Coker, The Dry Salvages, and Little Gidding— as if himself is trying to map the ways time isn’t this neat, orderly thing we experience in our homogenous "empty" times, but something more fluid, more elusive.

His Christian faith weaves into this too, with notions of redemption, eternity, and spiritual awakening surfacing again and again, suggesting that maybe, just maybe, the way out of time’s endless cycle is through understanding the divine.

Four Quartets calms me, and make me feel good. Just good.