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| "I found a little temple from forgotten times, lost in the faraway forest. I stayed near it for as long time, all by myself to learn to read the marks carved on the stone. Nothing was left of what I had brought, and I lived on roots and wild honey, staying near the temple for as long as it took to find out. And little by little the stone gave forth a name that said go on and seek the truth inside things.. further on... But how can I tell them the sounds of water and the flecks of foam on the sea are like the sounds of stone and wind, and helped me to find my way? How can I tell them of all these nameless thing...leading me to the real earth?" Bernard Moitessier l |
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| Where the nightingales are singing And a white moon beams... |
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