...we must go where the argument carries us, as a vessel runs before the wind.

Before the rising sun we fly, So many roads to choose We start out walking and learn to run.

The wind shows us how close to the edge we are

Oh I see said the Earl but my own idear is that these things are as piffle before the wind.

The wind is rising! . . . We must try to live!

but as in steering a ship one secret of the art is to run before the storm, even if you cannot make the harbour; yet, when you can do so by tacking about, it is folly to keep to the course you have begun rather than by changing it to arrive all the same at the destination you desire:

We run carelessly to the precipice, after we have put something before us to prevent us seeing it.

We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

Is we runnin' TO it or FROM it?

A ship, like a human being, moves best when it is slightly athwart the wind, when it has to keep its sails tight and attend its course. Ships, like men, do poorly when the wind is directly behind, pushing them sloppily on their way so that no care is required in steering or in the management of sails; the wind seems favorable, for it blows in the direction one is heading, but actually it is destructive because it induces a relaxation in tension and skill. What is needed is a wind slightly opposed to the ship, for then tension can be maintained, and juices can flow and ideas can germinate, for ships, like men, respond to challenge.

Turn over the rudder in God's name, and sail with the wind heaven sends us.

The air's grip on the wings rips our wheels free from the earth and we pass in the nick of time over the tops of the trees.

Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight