Time in Terms of Memory

my grandpa was always reading t s eliot. he read his poems daily and was a professor on his work. his favorite was burnt noten from the four quartets. he would read them to as a kid but i didn't know what it meant. i just wanted to play, run, laugh, fight, and live my life. as life has seemingly stopped during this time i decided to revisit this poem about time that i haven't heard in a long time. burnt noten is about the transcendental nature of time- there is no present only past and future and what lies between is our living consciousness. past time and future time is also present within each other so the concept of the past and the future is misleading- the future emulates the past as the past contains the future.