Till a voice, as bad as Conscience
"There's no sense in going further--it's the edge of cultivation, So they said, and I believed it--broke my land and sowed my crop-- Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station Tucked away below the foothills where the trails run out and stop: Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated--so: "Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges-- "Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!"... The Explorer- Rudyard Kipling On one everlasting Whisper day... I have always tried to inspire myself ( not succeeded always though). Sometimes when all the Bob Dylan, David Gray, Kipling, treks and climbs on well known path seem a little dull; its time for me to " look behind the ranges.." Well looks like its going to be another of those crazy projects that I have had in the past! My job takes to me to the spectacular Onglathang ...