“Would to God These Blessed Calms Would Last.”

1 January 2013

“But the Mingled, Mingling Threads of Life
are woven by warp and woof:
calms crossed by storms,
a storm for every calm.

“There is no steady unretracing progress in this life;
we do not advance through fixed gradations, and at the last one pause:-

“Through infancy’s unconscious spell,
boyhood’s thoughtless faith,
adolescence’ doubt (the common doom),
then scepticism,
then disbelief,
resting at last in manhood’s pondering repose of If.

“But once gone through, we trace the round again;
and are infants, boys, and men, and Ifs eternally.

“Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more?
In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary?”

—Herman Melville, Moby Dick

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We Humans, Each and All, 
having survived this past year’s greatest adventures,
now may the brief respite of this holiday season’s “blessed calms”
sustain us through the new year to come, and
find us all, one year from now,
similarly blessed, and lying comfortably
on next year's holiday season’s sun-warmed, sandy shores.

Regards,
(($; -)}
Gozo!

@GozoTweets

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