And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air
Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.
East Coker TS Eliot
Masika wall #utupoa
Cheupe, master ngalawa craftsman and sailor, with his tool kit.