It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:
dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,
drawn from the cold hard mouth
of the world, derived from the rocky breasts
forever, flowing and drawn, and since
our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.
[Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering; sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out.] But regardless, always, we are found.
—Cecilia Ahern, from There’s No Place Like Here (via the-final-sentence)