I stand at the Rock of Gibraltar, looking southwards at the North African coast. It is a beautiful sight; I am glad to have travelled such a long way from my hometown in England to see this place. The weather is warm, a cool breeze washes over me, and the sun is shining upon the deep, blue Strait of Gibraltar. It is a perfect day. Ships lazily drift down the Strait, carried to and fro by the wind against their sails. I look to the west, at the Great Western Ocean which stretches westward for fifteen thousand miles, from here to the shores of Japan. Apart from a few islands, there is no land there, just an empty expanse of ocean.One might say that this place is at the edge of the world.
It is said in Greek Mythology that this strait bore a warning; it read "Non Plus Ultra", or "Nothing Further Beyond", as a warning to sailors and navigators to go no further. Such a warning, if it ever existed, was probably well-warranted...
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