ext_19742 ([identity profile] sweetiemissy.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] so_out_of_ideas 2007-07-19 04:56 pm (UTC)

Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. ~Alfred Lord Tennyson, Ulysses
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