Just to enjoy…. Nikos Kazantakis

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The sea, autumn mildness, islands bathed in light, fine rain spreading a diaphanous 
veil over the immortal nakedness of Greece. Happy is the man, I thought, who, before
 dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean Sea.

Many are the joys of this world – women, fruit, ideas. But to cleave that sea in the 
gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most
 apt to transport t he heart of man into paradise. Nowhere else can one pass so easily
 and serenely from reality to dream. The frontiers dwindle, and from the masts of the
 most ancient ships spring branches and fruits. It is as if here in Greece necessity is
 the mother of miracles.

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