I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

(My poet hat is a big floppy pink straw one.)

physics to poet smbc

 

 

 

 

 

[With thanks to Antonia, and SMBC]