In Appreciation of Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Who are we and where do we go? Here we drift, like the white sail across the wild ocean, but from what port do we sail, or to what port are we bound? There is no one to tell us but such poor weather-tossed mariners as ourselves, with whom we speak as we pass, or have hoisted some signal, or floated us some letters in a bottle from afar."
