Inklings 2023

A single glimpse, ephemeral in its youth, makes way for the crest of the wave; in this fleeting utopia, the glistening crystalline waters silently undulate, rise and fall, ‘till the next volunteer sends his insurmountable plea. The omnipotent is within, beckoning man to ride along, to dream the dream of a future, where our Mother’s obedient waves make way for the ever so undulating tides of progress. A tidal wave creeps upon the captivating shore, a sea of twin- kling lights—casting a transient glow of the North Star—a beholding sight of the tried and true, where brave souls wearily tread towards the uncharted, the unknown, as they set sail nevertheless... The forgotten grieve their inability to chart the ever-growing abyss; the renowned reminisce upon the many times they turned the ebbing and flowing of the tides against the everlasting cycle of the moon’s penetrating wisdom. An eternity passed, man’s treasures scattered about the land, and so undulates the crests and troughs of progress. UNDULATING WAVES OF PROGRESS Sirja Joeveer ’26 40