“Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine
That lights the pathway but one step ahead
Across a void of mystery and dread.”
(G. Santayana in Sonnets and other verses)
Eindhoven (NL)
This garage makes driving into a nostalgic event
A toilet bowl against pollution
Entrance to the school for writing errors
And these I see, these sparkling eyes, These stores of mystic meaning, these young lives, Building, equipping like a fleet of ships, immortal ships, Soon to sail out over the measureless seas, On the soul's voyage. Only a lot of boys and girls? Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes? Only a public school? Ah more, infinitely more. (W. Whitman in Song of democracy) Namur (B)
