The voyager must grapple in her grip, exceed her energy, surmount the surf she flings to test his strength. The sea is restless, setting hard her pace, without regard for those who choose to sail. Tlie routine regularity of stars reflected the recurrence of never-finished tasks. learned day by day the duties of the sea. For paths upon the sea are like figures in the sand: they disappear, and one must form again his own. v m m m Now alone, I found the way confusing. The sea whereon I sailed became my world. More rapidly than I had thought, the shore receded into a thin horizon line. I glanced around, and soon I found the sea makes quick acquaintances of those who sail together. Beside the rail I paused and turned to find familiar faces deepening into the distance. Today I stand on canting deck and journey with the speed of wind upon the sea. I must struggle against forces full unknown I must learn to discern the guiding star from guileful glints along the shore I must take my wheel and discover new directions. I must taste of the sea, of her dangers, her joys, and her deep contentments. I have declared that safety alone shall not suffice. Yet I have chosen not to be content with solid ground. How easy it would be never to leave the shelter of the harbor. No man can stand at the edge of the sea, at the onset of a voyage, without a touch of trembling. I left behind fond loved ones and came forth to stand alone. And I went to the sea, to learn of my destiny. No man shall here curtail your search no man may rob you of your conquest. They have left for you a heritage of free pursuit. Take up the challenge of these vast encircling seas. Wide seas surround you here begin your voyage from these friendly shores. Set forth from here, take this to be your port. ' ' Hi Do you seek a fair peninsula ? Then look about you. For those who have notjou) I is but a rough oumm its edges fade rapidly into. One begins not as a a T e laws of the sea arem mgent and immutable. Nichols, Personnel Manager r o find direction is not a% asy task. Thus the tale the search of those who KJll not rest until the mind oj subdues the surging sea. Within his own hands he holds the instrument of his direction: the wheel of his ship. His course must take accoM p ' i Yet a man may learn, by mastering the mariner ' s art, to sail wheretfer fus questing soul may bid him go. He sets forth upon unchartedjjFmers to see, to discov and to know. Man dares to believe that in the workings of his mind there lies the power to control the way that he shall go. man seeks direction and yearns to know the forces th t control his destiny. Ill content that life ' s meaning should elude him ever. Text from Pages 1 - 538 of the 1959 volume: “ MBWSU, - VOLUME SIXTY-THREE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN t is man., that he should seek ? Forever restless, chafing at boundaries., man ' s to distant shores.

What price paradise by katherine allred