Much like an Argonaut of old
I have a distant goal:
I seek ideals of lasting gold
Within the realm of soul.
With joyous mind and seasoned hand,
I'm drawn away to find
A stronger and more sovereign land
That leaves all faith behind.
This strength of will, this self-command —
A sign of greater love —
Will free me from outside demand,
From kings and gods above.
The pleasure and the power I feel
Is self-determination:
A firmer grip upon the wheel
Of self — not resignation
But braver curiosity.
I dare to truly know.
I seek out possibility,
Exploring as I go.
Averse to dogma and belief,
I sail to where I steer;
For even if I come to grief,
I'll flourish without fear.
(cf. The Joyful Learning, §345, §347, §375, §382)
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