the intellect of man is
forced to choose
perfection of the life, or
of the work
and if it take the second
must refuse
a heavenly mansion raging
in the dark
when all that story's
finished, what's the news?
in luck or out the toil has
left its mark;
that old perplexity an empty purse
or the day's vanity,
the nights' remorse
WB Yeats
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Jumping into a jungly river in Tena, Ecuador.
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