Nor is there wanting in the pressSome spirit to stand simply forth,Heroic in it nakedness,Against the uttermost of earth.The tale of earth's unhonored thingsSounds nobler there than 'neath the sun;And the mind whirls and the heart sings,And a shout greets the daring one. - Robert Frost
Big whirls have little whirls,That feed on their velocity;And little whirls have lesser whirls,And so on to viscosity. - Lewis Fry Richardson