I feel at times that I am like a ship leaving port late at night, the warmth, comfort and security of the shore gently dropping away in the distance. As the ship sails through the waves a phosphorus trail is left, yet this too slowly fades, while I make my course sailing into the dark unknown.

To the East, lands of the rising sun, I shall set my direction of voyage, yet who knows which way the wind might force my sails to turn.

I am at the mercy of the tides and currents, the waves and weather, will the gales blow favourably or will they rip me apart and dash me upon the jagged rocks?

All the same, to strange lands and adventures I must sail, I can no more refuse than the earth cease to spin nor fail to revolve around the sun, it seems that this is ever to be my destiny.