] Turning and turning in the widening gyre
] The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
] Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
] Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
] The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
] The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
] The best lack all convictions, while the worst
] Are full of passionate intensity.

The Second Coming -- W. B. Yeats