Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move...
...Life piled on life
Were all too little,
Were all too little,
...And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought..."
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought..."
Ulysses - Alfred Tennyson
17th October 2009, On the way up the Seven Hills to Tirumala...
Stone piled upon stone by fervid devotees...
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