Our souls, our selves;
that which is unexplained and eschewed,
concealed but uncontained,
inconceivable yet never wholly forsaken.

You would pilot this uncharted sea
without compass, star or even ship!
You may well founder,
but then again you may,
like the undaunted explorers
of past centuries,
find treasures unsuspected.

The unmapped sea:
stirring and perpetual,
denied by improbability; yet
containing nothing
but possibility.