Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
I imagine therefore I belong and am free.
Truth - is as old as God-.
A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.
I never saw a meme; I never saw the sea.
They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.