The hills are shadows, and they flowFrom form to form, and nothing stands;They melt like mist, the solid lands,Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A.H.H.
You have brains in your head.You have feet in your shoes.You can steer yourself any direction you choose.You’re on your own. And you know what you know.And you are the one who’ll decide where to go. . . .
Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
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