> > FACING west from California's shores, > Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, > I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land > of migrations, look afar, > Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled; > For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere, > From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero, > From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands, > Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd, > Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous, > (But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?)
Of the subject of going west, my school, the Bishop's School in Poona told us "Go west, young man go west". There was an arrow pointing west in the assembly hall and if ashok wants I will send him a photo of that hall taken a month or so ago. Interestingly I was reading, in the last few days some stuff by Max Muller and he says that the expression "to orient oneself" is derived from the French word for east, "orient" - as in "find your east" shiv
