When the Way Unfolds Beyond Sight
"And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."
Ulysses, Tennyson
What a tender, loving letter! It speaks not only to the young, but to the perennially young. Those who are not afraid even when they are confused, lonely and searching.
The self as a mosaic. Amazing.
How about the self as a kaleidoscope?
"And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought."
Ulysses, Tennyson
What a tender, loving letter! It speaks not only to the young, but to the perennially young. Those who are not afraid even when they are confused, lonely and searching.
The self as a mosaic. Amazing.
How about the self as a kaleidoscope?