We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We live on an island surrounded by a sea of ignorance. As our island of knowledge grows, so does the shore of our ignorance.
Far and away, the greatest threat to the ocean, and thus to ourselves, is ignorance. But we can do something about that.
Our knowledge is a little island in a great ocean of nonknowledge.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
They are ill discoverers that think there is no land, when they can see nothing but sea.
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
We've explored very little of the ocean. We really don't know what's out there. But people think we've figured it all out.
Knowledge born of the finest discrimination takes us to the farthest shore. It is intuitive, omniscient, and beyond all divisions of time and space.
Those who want to row on the ocean of human knowledge do not get far, and the storm drives those out of their course who set sail.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
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