If’n I do say so myself. And some education in regards to English Lit, to boot. Received a reference to an old poem and this pict from a friend who I was traveling with this weekend…
Death by Water
Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passes the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look windward,
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
William Butler Yeats
The Native Iowan 
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