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 | To the Hilt. | May 27, 2006 |
Can you imagine what it is to cross an ocean? For weeks you see nothing but the horizon, perfect and empty. You live in the grip of fear - fear of storms, fear of sickness on board, fear of the immensity. So you must drive that fear down deep into your belly... study your charts, watch your compass, pray for a fair wind, and hope. Pure, naked, fragile hope. At first it's no more than a haze on the horizon. So you watch. You watch. Then it's a smudge, a shadow on the far water. For a day, for another day. The stain slowly spreads along the horizon, taking form... until on the third day you let yourself believe, you dare to whisper the word. LAND. Land. Life. Resurrection. The true adventure, coming out of the vast unknown, out of the immensity, into new life. That, your majesty, is the New World. (taken from Elizabeth the Golden Age)
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 | Actually, THAT you can print. | Jan 16, 2009 |
August 28, 2008 I have been working on my Research Methods pilot study for a while now, and I can't seem to revise my Introduction. The voices of bratty old philosophers create a steady hum of confusion in my mind, and I often find... more
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