Where the earth is, we are.

Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged. Missing me one place, search another. I stop somewhere waiting for you.

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin , or even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.