Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. (Neil Gaiman)
from e.e.cummings:
maggie and millie and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and
milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were
and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways while blowing bubbles, and
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as a stone
for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.