thought for the evening

  But above and beyond there’s still one name left over,

           And that is the name that you never will guess;
The name that no human research can discover—
            But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess
 When you notice a cat in profound meditation,
            The reason, I tell you, is always the same:
His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
            Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name;
                       His ineffable effable
                       Effanineffible
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.
 
t.s.eliot
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