Hope is the ocean in which we swim;

I write these words on some strange whim.

There is no hope but hope alone,

It is from love that we have grown,

We are the seeds that we have sown,

We live in community but die alone,

Rebirth comes where we have grown,

Into the next life our Spirits are thrown.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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