On the threshold of the storm‏

Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone

is not one that any of us can follow.

There are no charts,  and hope is a territory 

that does not appear in maps, anyway.

The man who voyages strange seas

must of necessity be a little unsure of himself.

It is the man with the ashy air of knowing everything,

who is always with it, that we should beware of.

[A little editing from writings of 

Woodsworth, Hoyle, Chandrasekhar, Trujillo, Lira]