Now, as the spring grows warm, Time, revolving in its perpetual round, again calls back the west winds. Mother earth, refreshed, puts on her brief youth and now, loosened from frost, the ground turns green and sweet. Am I deceived, or is my power of song also returning, and has inspiration come to me through the bounty of spring? Through the bounty of spring it has come and again gains strength – who would believe it? – and now demands some outlet for itself…
~ John Milton
Known is a drop, Unknown is an Ocean 