I had some snippet of poetry floating around in my head the other day and couldn't figure out what it was from. Then I (naturally, being a child of the Millennium) Googled it and realized that it came from the lush traveler's anthem, Tennyson's Ulysses. For those of you who might have had to write...

This poem, called "I Go Back To The House For A Book," reminds me of all the times I've imagined going somewhere, doing something, seeing someplace ELSE, while I was busy going, doing, and being somewhere already. Life is full of so many threads, and sometimes lots of them seem interesting but you have to...