We all live on
The edge of life, the shores
Of what is and all
We are yet to know; this
Is our inheritance, the
Condition of our humanity. So
Limited are we on this
Side, we must allocate such
Means as we can towards the
Islands of our best imagination;
Although there is but one end, one
Destiny, and all of our means 
Eventually go with us there. There
Is, though, a beauty in the
Journey, just as the ocean is no less
Beautiful when we lose track of
Any individual drop