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Sunday, November 13, 2016

Ulysses - Experiencing the Unknown

Ulysses complains that he is idle  as a king, home with his elderly wife, stuck deviation enlightened laws for a raging race  that sleeps and eats besides does not know him. He does not want to contain his travels; he has made the nearly of his life, having suffered and experienced pleasure both with others and alone and both at ocean and on the shore. He is a famous conjure; he has seen the world and has been reward everywhere. He also has enjoyed battling at Troy with his fellow warriors.\nHe is a part of completely that I have met,  just now this is not the end, for his experience is an arch to new experiences, with the horizon always beyond reach. It is boring to let on and wither away and be useless in his octogenarian age; manifestly take a breath is not life. Multiple lives would be too circumstantial to accept the most appear of existence, and little of his one life remains, notwithstanding at least he is alive and there is season for something more.  It would be a pathos to do nothing for make up three days; he does not want to hive away himself away. His gray spirit  yearns to earn knowledge and follow it kindred a sinking star, / beyond the utmost bound of humanity thought. In contrast, his son Telemachus, who impart succeed him as king, seems limit to stay put and simply rule the hatful. Ulysses loves him and knows that he ordain use his prudence to prescribe wisely, turning the rugged  people mild,  and he is blameless  and meet  in his common duties.  He honors the familys gods. Yet, Telemachus does not have his fathers power; He works his work, I mine. \nUlysses looks at the port and the sea beyond, calling to him. He recalls the roar and the sunshine  of his mariners exciting travels together, their guiltless hearts  and free minds, and understands that he and they are old now. Yet, they lock in can do something direful and suited to their greatness, especially as they are men who once fought with gods. Light fades, and the day wanes. Ulysses calls out that it is...

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