I am reminded of the poem Columbus by Joaquin Miller that I learned in grade school:
Behind him lay the gray Azores,
Behind, the Gates of Hercules;
Before him not the ghost of shores;
Before him only shoreless seas.
The good mate said: “Now must we pray,
For lo! the very stars are gone.
Brave Adm’r’l, speak: what shall I say?”
“Why say: ‘Sail on! sail on! and on!’”
We have not visited the Azores but hope to some day. Meanwhile, we will send this TB traveling on.