Thou, who dost know what way swift words are crossed
O thou, who hast sung till none at song defeat thee,
Grant! by thy might and hers of San Michele,
Thy risen voice send flames this pentecost.
“The world goes on forever, the horizon rolls back forever, the earth never rounds into a globe. Travel on and on, you’ll never come back to where you started from, which is not to say that your journey changes you or the time that your journey takes allows for great changes so that your point of departure will, on your return (having traveled for so long in the same direction and coming around the world) be unrecognizable to you. It’s to say that there’s always going to be more and the idea that the world was a single limited globe turns out to be a wildly unlikely mistake.”
Michael Cisco