The Seashore by David Marcus

Because of stuff I've read on my flist:

The Seashore by David Marcus

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until she is only a ribbon of white cloud just where the sea and the sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says “There! She’s gone.”

Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says “There! She’s gone,” there are other voices ready to take up the glad shout “There, she comes!”

Hugs flist.

What do you believe is true, even though you can't prove it?

The Edge World Question Center posed the
following question to a number of scientists in different fields:

"WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS TRUE EVEN THOUGH YOU CANNOT PROVE IT?"

"Great minds can sometimes guess the truth before they have either the evidence or
arguments for it (Diderot called it having the "esprit de divination"). What do you
believe is true even though you cannot prove it?"

The answers are fascinating:
http://www.edge.org/q2005/q05_print.html