It seems, as one becomes older, That the past has another pattern, and ceases to be a mere sequence- Or even development: the latter a partial fallacy Encouraged by superficial notions of evolution, Which becomes, in the popular mind, a means of disowning the past. The moments of happiness- not the sense of well-being, Fruition, fulfillment, security or affection, Or even a very good dinner, but the sudden illumination- We had the experience but missed the meaning, And approach to the meaning restores the experience In a different form, beyond any meaning We can assign to happiness. -Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot