"I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
.....
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever."
- Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Brook
So true. In my pursuit to survive, to excel, to live, to progress - so many have come, so many have gone but few things keep me going. They are
- Lumen
- Caritas
- Logos
I will keep searching to unravel the mystery that made me - I hope oneday, I will endup unraveling the mysterious one.
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