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Oh, borderless world! How far from this place
ranges all that lies beneath the sun?
So wide and limitless, so urban and profane,
The familiar stretching out and becoming one.
And if there is one thing of which I am sure
you'll barely see anything before it's over.
Ogden Nash, I am not.
Labels: borderless world, poem
This post was posted by Unknown at 12:52 am
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."