And we all go with them, into the silent funeral, — T. S. Eliot

And we all go with them, into the silent funeral, Nobody’s funeral, for there is no one to bury. I said to my soul, be still, 8 and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God.

Four Quartets. East Coker, III

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