Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end
To rest unburnished, not to shine in use,
As though to breathe were life...
Tis not too late to seek a newer world...for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset...
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
Tennyson
The unknown path awaits, I must needs go.
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