George Gray Excerpt A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination But my life. For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment; Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life. To put meaning in one’s life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire— It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. Edgar Lee Masters
Enjoying the calm..