In that hollow of space and brightness, in that ceaseless travail of wind and sand and ocean, the world one sees is still the world unharassed of man, a place of the instancy and eternity of creation and the noble ritual of the burning year.

—Henry Beston

    Here between the hither and the farther shore

    While time is withdrawn, consider the future

    And the past with an equal mind.

—T. S. Eliot