I won't have time to post an entry before I fly out tomorrow. So here is how I envision my departure, through the words of William Wordsworth:
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
Fresh as a lark mounting at break of day,
Festively she puts forth in trim array;
Is she for tropic suns, or polar snow?
What boots the inquiry? Let her travel where she may,
She finds familiar names, a beaten way
Ever before her, and a wind to blow.
Yet still I ask, what haven is her mark?
And, almost as it was when ships were rare,
(From time to time, like Pilgrims, here and there
Crossing the waters) doubt, and something dark,
Of the old Sea some reverential fear,
Is with me at thy farewell, joyous Bark!
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well I think I've learnt that we owe it to Wordsworth, well his era anyway and his legacy of words, that when we say we are going to "boot up the Computer" we are about to, like the bird, embark on a journey!
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