Dear Fox, old friend, thus we have come to the end of the road that we were to go together. My tale is finished–and so farewell. But before I go, I have just one more thing to tell you: Something has spoken to me in the night, burning the tapers of the waning year; something has spoken in the night, and told me I shall die, I know not where. Saying: “To lose the earth you know, for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth—-Whereon the pillars of this earth are founded, towards which the conscience of the world is tending–a wind is rising, and the rivers flow.”
You Can’t Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe