“hark, now hear the sailors cry, 
smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic...” 

Van Morrison

I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.

Isaac Newton


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