Come, my friends, 'tis not too late to seek a new world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all western stars, Until I die. Tennyson, "Ulysses"

I'll meet you at the edge of the sunlight, just behind the shadows. The Ghost

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