Of utopias Old utopias never die nor do they fade away. Born of possibility out of ancestor traces, memory gives birth to imagination. From a whisper it grows, and makes a music, in the quiet places of the heart, where a new song is made, soaring above the lesser sounds of false inevitabilities, it makes an echo. Nor is it the vain cry of a child of reason. It is a shout at the future, that is there for the making, becomes a song shared by the many in joyous anticipation. Michael D. Higgins, New and Selected Poems, 2011 Liberties Press
With every good wish for a peaceful and happy Christmas and New Year Beannachtaí na Nollag agus Athbhliain faoi shéan is faoi shonas
UACHTARÁN NA hÉIREANN President of Ireland 2018
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Image ‘The Virgin and Child’, 1503 Albrecht Dürer