Across waters silent, there, reflecting, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Across waters silent, there, reflecting in a mirror smooth and silver My spirit sits amongst marble columns and wonders Why my soul sits on the other side, Like a husk, like a cast off hide. Why do we sometimes flee from ourselves, That fleshly temple …
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The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
