When we can drain the Ocean into mill-ponds, and bottle-up the Force of Gravity, to be sold by retail, in glass jars…
“Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun; Now I may wither into the truth.”
W. B. Yeats | “The Coming of Wisdom with Time”
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