All time is unredeemable

Even as I ponder over where October sneaked away ....these beautiful lines by T. S. Eliot come to mind.

"What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation."
- Four Quartets, T. S. Eliot.

I have not read this famous poem in its entirety but I remember the beautiful lines from this poem that used to be on a now defunct website which I had developed 10+ years ago (hosted on geocities in those pre-blog days!).

"Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden."

Also, so much is conveyed through the first few lines of the first quartet itself...

Time present and time past

Are both perhaps present in time future

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present

All time is unredeemable.

You can hear Eliot himself reading this first quartet here.