I Thought You'd Rather Have A Live

By Endurance We Conquer.

The Noise Resembles The Roar Of Heavy, Distant Surf. Standing On The Stirring Ice One Can Imagine It Is Disturbed By The Breathing And Tossing Of A Mighty Giant Below.

I Called To The Other Men That The Sky Was Clearing, And Then A Moment Later I Realized That What I Had Seen Was Not A Rift In The Clouds But The White Crest Of An Enormous Wave.

One Feels 'the Dearth Of Human Words, The Roughness Of Mortal Speech' In Trying To Describe Things Intangible.

I Do Not Know What 'moss' Stands For In The Proverb , But If It Stood For Useful Knowledge... I Gathered More Moss By Rolling Than I Ever Did At School.